The internet delivers, years later

From somewhere

A chunk of years ago, in my twenties, I was in a Borders looking for a book that featured female muscles because I wanted to get more fit. I could only find one of men's muscles at the time. There I sat, self-conciously trying to relate my body to this book that was all about men's muscles, when who should I spot but...Deva!

Deva was an old guy I met in a park. He had a young English girlfriend named Lakshmi who was his disciple. They held these "Day of the Goddess" parties at their house and I went to one. I didn't have a bad time. The problem was that they wanted me to become one of their disciples, too.

I remember sitting there watching Deva order Lakshmi around all the time. Bring me food, blah blah blah. They had seemed like a nice couple in the park. In private, there was an unpleasant power dynamic. I stopped going over there.

But now months had passed, and the two of them were sitting in the coffee section of Borders. Deva had spotted me first. He stared at me intensely and intrusively. I wondered if he could read my mind and know that I was looking at a book about guy's muscles and just wasn't "accepting my feminine side."

Ah, memories...