Still, who has that kind of luck? Owls can mistake tufts of hair for small animals.
I Googled “human owl attack” and came across several reports of “o-bombings” in Washington state in 20. I jogged the rest of the way home with my eyes to the sky, my head trying to do a one-eighty to scope out what might lurk behind me. (Well, stunned, but it would be impossible for them to be as stunned.) He went on: “Did that owl actually get you?”įather and son wisely repressed their first thought: “Cool!” I’ll assume they didn’t ask if I was okay simply because they were as stunned as I was. (Once while in university, I jogged down a back road at night and my leg fell in an uncovered manhole. That’s another reason I’m prone to night jogging-less visibility. “I’ve never seen anything like that,” he said. But he pulled over and he and his son got out.
Gawking at the awkward jogger with the odd arm motion, I presumed. I covered the back of my head with my arm as a car with its lights on slowly passed. A thwacking sound and a muffled, high-pitched murmur. It felt like a hundred wasps honing in on the same spot. I never thought that I would be attacked from above.īut that’s exactly what happened. I have come across coyotes while jogging at night, but we leave one another well enough alone. There has been talk of recent cougar sightings in the area, but I didn’t think about that. On the return run, the skies darkened and I had to zigzag from side to side on the road since there are only a few streetlights on my rural route and I didn’t want to have an unfortunate encounter with a car. There was enough daylight for me to maneuver around blackberry vines along the side of the road as I headed into town. I spent the day doing errands and then set out on my jog just before dusk. Perhaps we all need a little diversion from reality. Then again, a show that strives to represent my take on dating would be called “Napping” or “Looking…and Watching Paint Dry.” Viewer count: 0. But, as someone who has been floundering at gay dating for a huge chunk of my adulthood, it amazes me that “Looking” could look nothing like my own experiences. I would even continue to watch if I could access HBO. (I hated that version due to some awful acting.) To be sure, the show feels more real than recent network misfires like “Sean Saves the World”, “Partners” and “The New Normal”. As soon as he’s seated on the subway, another guy is at the ready to aggressively cruise him.Ĭall it “Queer As Folk 2”-or “3” if you want to count the American QAF as a separate entity. Groff’s bar date doesn’t go well, but no need to despair. I can’t even relate to the guy having no sex. It’s the first time he’s ever been turned down.Īh, fantasy. The other friend cruises the new waiter at work-apparently every employee in San Fran is gay-and is momentarily rebuffed. His friend labors on an art installation and, by golly, the hired help happens to be gay and ready to play. Cue The Weather Girls! Groff sends out a message on an online dating site and-BAM!-he’s set for drinks at a trendy bar later that day. I know it’s San Francisco, not my setting in gay oblivion, but the premiere episode showed that gay dating (or hookup) possibilities are endless. Oh, and I’d bend over (unnoticed, of course) to rescue a few slugs that slithered onto a main pathway. Besides, I’d be willing to bet that I could promenade through the cruisiest area of the cruisiest gay park and still reemerge with nothing but a renewed appreciation for nature’s way of allowing fallen trees to decompose. “Ooh! Cold hands!” Yeah, I’d probably blurt the same thing.
Still, the series opens with Groff’s character getting an awkward hand job in a cruising area of a park. He’s supposedly the “straight” guy while his friends are the randier ones. This is San Francisco, not New York and he’s a videogame developer, not a writer. As far as I can tell, “Looking” focuses on three main characters, with Jonathan Groff taking on the Carrie Bradshaw role. The show has generated comparisons to “Girls” and “Sex in the City”. Okay, more like Looking and Hooking Up, but still, they are passing Go. Hey, me too! The difference, however, is these gay men are Looking and Finding. They producers had me with the title: Looking. I just watched the first episode of HBO’s “Looking” on YouTube and it made me pine for fantasy over reality.