Fritz is just as cute as the dickens. Cute like you would not believe. I overwhelmed him, though, and apologized profusely for overwhelming him, but could not help it.
I blathered on about everyone. I called Sarcastro and asked him impertinent questions on Fritz’s behalf. I talked about how cute Bob Krumm is in real life and why I adore libertarians. And then, I made him a little napkin cooter and showed him around it.
I could see the look of terror in his eyes and yet, I could not stop. No, once the folds of the napkin looked sufficiently cooter-like, I had to point out the particular features of the landscape he should be sure not to miss if he ever encounters one.
I believe he then left the restaurant to go in search of a men’s-only island where he could live.
Really, it’s amazing that people want to meet me. I am a total crazy mess.
[Edited add: Here’s Fritz’s take.]