Breakup Closure a Continent Away
IT STARTS IN TEL AVIV. He is standing in the office when you arrive from Jerusalem, water dripping from your coat, your toes stained red from your shoes. He’s just returned from London. In the process of grabbing his laptop from his bag, he pulls out the underwear lying on top, and then gets caught in conversation. Now, unaware of the item in his hand, he flails his undergarments around while talking. You laugh, but you don’t think of him like that. In fact, you see his perfect body, deep tan, and highlighted hair and you just assume he’s gay. You’re from San Francisco. You can’t help it.