We can’t promise to shoot you to the moon in Stevie Wonder’s car or serve you an omelette in bed stuffed with conflict-free diamonds, but we could probably swing a trip to Napa or a romantic night out at Nopa (where we’re giggling our heads off because we’re secretly on ecstasy—roofies are so ‘oughts). And like all other men in San Francisco, we both have huge commitment “issues,” so we couldn’t stay with you for more than a month if we wanted to.
The Real Talk Boyfriends
