Fast forward ang story.
She lived in San Francisco for sometime. She took her masteral degree there and worked there for a few years. Some of our friends in our group in the beach told me about it. I had an opportunity to visit the US, tamang tama. So I stayed in her place for eight days.
Those eight days were the most beautiful days for me ever in all of my trips to the US. Because both of us were creatures of habit, we would tend to visit the same places every time. There’s this bar at the Castro District that we go to every night to have drinks. The Castro district is a very colorful place and that’s to say the least. It used to be a hippie town in the 70’s and then until now is where you can find the gay community. We would go to this bar where there is a bulletin board near the comfort rooms where customers can post anything – from selling dogs, people looking for apartments, people selling marijuana or messages.
She went crazy there which I found cute actually. Everyday, she will type out a graphic description of our love making of the previous night and post it on the bulletin board! No names, just very detailed, very graphic descriptions of what we did. She made sure nobody saw her posting it there. The bar owner told us it was the first of its kind that got posted there. On the second post, we would now see people milling around the bulletin board reading it. It became popular!
This is called The Palace Of Fine Arts San Francisco. You wouldn’t believe a place like that exists almost in the middle of San Francisco. That’s a man made lake. Its being used as a place where people get married but because its very expensive, many couples who just got married drive over there to the place to have their wedding pictures taken there. Look at the pictures and you will see why its such a dreamy and nice place for lovers. 
She lives near the place. We would go there often. Most of the time we would go there for breakfast. We bring baskets of bread and cheese and coffee, we don’t even bother to change clothes we slept in the previous night. It was intentional, we wanted the smell of sex from the previous night to be with us during breakfast.
When she had time, we will have lunch together there. She would drive from her office and meet me there for lunch. I’ll cook and bring the basket of food for us to share.
On my last night in the city, she prepared dinner for us to eat in that place. We had complete everything from a small table, candle and wine.
That night, we said it would be nice if we got married there.
