It's the morning after the most disgusting hookup ever. Bob the 19-year old economics major and I are at having egg white omelets and fruit cups at the Quad Cities Pancake House.
"So, what's on the schedule for today?" Bob asks.
"Chicago, about three hours from here. We'll hit a couple of the museums, spend the night, and then drive on to Cleveland tomorrow."
"Would you mind if we take a little side-trip first? I have a cousin I haven't seen since we were kids. It's a couple of hours out of the way."
"Fond du Lac, Wisconsin."
4 hours out of the way! But this is Bob's trip, too, so he should have a say in the itinerary. Besides, I have a history with Fond du Lac.
During my senior year in high school, although I was still Nazarene, I became obsessed with all things Catholic. I read The Seven Story Mountain and The Dark Night of the Soul, learned to say the Rosary, and even went incognito into a Catholic Mass. I didn't actually convert, but I was considering it.
And I considered applying to Marion College in Fond du Lac, Wisconsin.
One day in January 1978, Dad drove me up for a tour. I remember a vast snow-covered campus with round white buildings, pristine, pure, as quiet as a cloister.
You could feel the presence of God everywhere.
I imagined living in an austere dorm room, all white, empty except for a bed with white covers, some statues of saints, and a shelf of contemplative classics: the Little Flowers of St. Francis, The Cloud of Unknowing. Of walking among buildings of brilliant white other-worldly splendor every day, en route to my classes in medieval philosophy, Catholic theology, Ecclesiastical Latin, and Koine Greek.
"Was he cute?" I ask.
Not an athlete, but big and tall, with a thick beefy chest and nice biceps.
"Any sausage sightings?"
"Man, we used to wrestle in the nude. Really big -- and thick! Man, that thing was like a beer can!"
A beer-can penis somehow seems out of place in a world of quiet contemplation. Surely trivial matters like sex fade away when you are in the presence of the Divine.
The full post, with nude photos and sexual situations, is on Tales of West Hollywood.