Colby Keller, Duncan Black and Justin Matthews

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moment when he realized he could do better. So I was not too attached. Being the last of six men, birthdays were never a big deal at our house--it being expensive for a middle class family to be too lavish with soirees and gifts. We usually got a classy dinner and a homemade Dunkin Hines yellow cake with chocolate icing. So then, at 28 years old, it meant a lot that a boy I scarcely knew was making a big deal out of my birthday. Driving down Sunset Boulevard, I perceived like I was in a dream--everything was cloaked in mystery--and he would not tell me where we were going. While he drove, we could not keep our arms off of each other--excited with every touch--still learning each other's figures and secret spots. It was a perfect sunny day--the kind only California knows how to make. Finally, we arrived at our destination--a tiny retro inn, high on a cliff with a wonderful glance neglecting the Pacific Ocean in Malibu. The sun hitting the water danced into a never-ending plane of perfection. I could not believe it. No one had ever done something so saucy and romantic for me, and I was touched beyond words. Unnecessary to say, we never left the apartment while I flashed him my appreciation. It was one of those amazing love-making practices that the mind never forgets and always attempts to recreate. We only left to get a heathy amount of junk food while we observed SNL: coca colas in a bottle, Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies, and cheddar cheese goldfish.