On an uncharacteristically sunny November day in San Francisco, I had Sunday brunch with a happy gay couple, Danny and Scott, and chuckled over the story of how they became an item. It was a random encounter. In April, 1995, they both happened to be at the corner of Polk and California, where the famous cable cars turn around, and spotted each other. As Danny strolled past Scott, he remembered a tip from a how-to book, The Official Gay Manual—after the initial glance, count from one to three and look back. Scott’s eyes met Danny’s, which according to the book, signaled attraction. After chatting for about an hour on the street, the two exchanged numbers, and the rest led up to the two sharing a meal with me at Delancey Street restaurant, eight years later.
It's a typical, funny anecdote, no different than those of any other loving gay couple in San Francisco, and not so surprising even for an interracial couple like Danny and Scott. After all, the corner of Polk and California streets is a block away from N'Touch, the local "rice bar." But if I told you that Danny, 41, is Asian and Scott, 39, is black, would that make a difference?
| Read Noodle Magazine writer Alex Lau's "Green Tea & Brown Sugar" (noticed via Ronn Taylor) to find out.
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