Bike Riding With Nick, Dinner With Daniel

I went bike riding with Nick. We are always competitive when we go out together, so it was a race around the Yarra at lightning speed. All Nick's, shall we say, girlie traits fade away when he is trying to be first over the finish line. He becomes a streamliner competitor.

I had dinner with Daniel in Sydney Road. Vietnamese fusion.

Daniel was late, he had been swimming. His blond hair was still wet, all brushed back in that "just showered" kind of way.

I gotta admit, even though he is my brother, he looked like a big spunk as he walked through the door. Baggy jeans, felt blue shirt, blue eyes, blond hair. I realised that is how people always look at Daniel. He goes around his whole life with people sizing him up as soon as they meet him. That is his normal, white privileged good looking blond. I see how the waitresses look at him. I see how the gay boys look at him. I see how the middle aged university professors look at him.