David from Cuzco

When he called and asked me out, I didn’t remember his name. I searched my travel journals for a mention of David, met on a park bench in Cuzco. There was none. When I answered the door, he seemed ill-at-ease and unfamiliar. At dinner, he seemed ignorant of anything Incan. When he called for a second date, I said no. Okay, he said. Then, I guess I can say how I met you… well, how I found you. I sat behind you on the train. An old friend came by and stopped to talk. I wrote down everything you said. (100)