Mr. BH Enjoys Endangered Species...Mexican-style

Sunday. 11 AM. I’m in my Carla Behrle leather pants. No shirt. The weather still permits me this wardrobe. Lauriol Plaza for brunch. Dining with a friend and her friend and his partner. I am not threatened by man on man sensuality. I just know it is not for me. I order the huevos con chorizo only because the waiter insists that the chorizo is made from the meat of pygmy marmoset and that it is made on the premises. Also, that the huevos are sea turtle huevos.

After brunch I head home to supervise the cleaning of my Adams Morgan compound. My hangers-on won’t get anything accomplished unless I tell them what to do and when. I would fire them if they were in my employ, but they are not. I decide to take in the Redskins game before heading down to Tryst for my Sunday afternoon a double-cap-frap-half-caf-mocha-something-or-another. The place is crowded and I am not into getting too much attention today. I have a crossword puzzle to finish and “From Death to Dust” to read. I decide to bag the whole thing and head back to the compound.

Me you ask? Total fitness and power, muscle mass, ripped definition, stamina, intensity, mental focus, and enjoying eating endangered species Mexican-style. But if you want to experience my version of raw, animalistic man on woman sensuality next week sometime, drop me a line.

He gets letters:

"I enjoy a man with a sense of humor, and clearly, your's is great. Wish I were closer and could meet you for a half-caf-frap-mocha-something and a giggle. ***** in Oregon"