I’m not gonna lie, I made a few phone calls while I was at Burning Man.
Mostly to Stargazer, but also to my family.
Stargazer and I have been dating since August 21st when he took me out to pizza at a nearby pizza place and ordered my favorite Golden Greek pizza.
It takes a brave soul to eat a pizza covered in feta cheese, sausage, onions AND BANANA PEPPERS.
He saved me when my son backed out of taking me to my rideshare in Concord.
He took me out for waffles and fried chicken and even helped me get tampons and dry ice when I was running errands (without a car) before we left for Burning Man.
Stargazer is AH-MAZING!
He also made me bacon jerky, which we gobbled up on the way to Burning Man, and a chess pie, which is like a pecan pie without the pecans.
I like Stargazer a lot.
He met me after the burn and helped me load my stuff in my truck.
He took me to the hot tubs to soak afterwards and was a perfect gentleman (perfect for me is handsy but not ballsy, don’t forget).
And because I mentioned that I was sad I couldn’t stop for Indian tacos at the reservation during the drive home (I was taking the Burner Express bus), he MADE ME FRY BREAD.
It was yummy with a spoon delicious!
He learned to make it when he was in the Boy Scouts camping with Native American kids, FYI.
I also missed out on the big pickles that the food stands sell along the freeway so STARGAZER MADE ME HOMEMADE DILL PICKLES.
Just because he’s such a wonderful man.
Truly, unbelievably kind and thoughtful.
At first, I was going to call Stargazer “The Baker” on account of his love of baking.
But then in a matter of days, his true playa name revealed itself to me and I realized that this tall man who has his head in the clouds, his hands in pastries, and his mind on the cosmos, was destined to be called Stargazer.
I believe wholeheartedly that he will be at Burning Man next year to enjoy the art, community, and ME!