How not to have a Threesome

Saturday, 2:45 a.m. I strolled into the lobby of the old St. James Hotel in downtown San Diego. Light from the crystal chandelier chased away the night as I tried to slip by the check-in desk. The concierge met me with a smile that was just as loaded as mine. He wanted to know what my business was there. Honestly, I wasn’t sure. I said I was visiting friends: Nicole and Debra. He needed more than their first names. I un-wadded a napkin containing their room number. Begrudgingly, he dialed their room.

I arrived in San Diego six days earlier, on June 1, 2014, with my 1998 Ford Explorer loaded down with everything I owned. I was putting a continent between me and…

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