So the standard part of my evening adventure was pints with Michael at the local pub, amidst talk of politics, operations research, and faux communities of practice.

But after some delays I finally managed to meet up with Hat, a Taiwanese emigree on the closeted side of things, whose life is crazy enough that he is quasi-nocturnal, always running across the boroughs and impossible to pin down especially when his cellphone is dying and the 7 trains are all running local rather than express which made our attempts to meet on a train car not only twice-thwarted but very slow before we finally reached Flushing because the train skipped Corona and eventually eating with GBF.

That's not the story, though, as much as the fact that I've been chatting up on MSN Donny, a decent, grounded masculine/bi guy whose renounced his family's wealth and is trying to figure out balance in his life and how to be independent in the city while working for himself, and we'd made some sorts of plans to maybe hang out in Flushing, but it was very indefinite, and up in the air.

But as it turns out, the friend Hat was heading to see was none other than Donny, and so it was outside on the street that we ran into each other for the first time, unsure whether or not to actually acknowledge one another. In the end we didn't...

Who knew the gaysian community was so damn small?