The Sultan Of Public Relations

After settling into my room, I jumped back on the airport shuttle and headed in to the Castro. I went to 440 Castro for a beer.

The TVs were playing slow motion amateur footage of college wrestling. There was a group of bad leather queens posing for a group photo. If only the bartenders had their shirts off, it could totally be everything my parents fear a gay bar to be. It's a friendly bar though, so the tackiness is forgivable (even the trough-style urinal).

Within a few minutes, Kevin came over to introduce himself to me. Kevin is attractive, 28 years old and works for a PR firm in the city. The beard and shaven head look gives him a sultan-ly air. Maybe it's just because he's Lebanese, I don't know. The Sultan of PR seems to know everyone.

I had a great time talking to Kevin, so we exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet tomorrow for breakfast.