“i kept her phone number because i liked the way it looked. i had no idea that she wanted to see me undress. what’s the use? my hands are tied by virtually every impulse i have. i could give you my trousers now but you’ll never be more than a friend.
still, i insist on a level of intimacy that even i can’t justify. it’s almost as though i see no connection at all between presence and touch. think of me as a prison guard.”
