Outside he went to a different place than the one he Googled. A diner caught his eye. Outside were several dark skinned men by mopeds. Their arms clung onto large delivery bags made of insulated material. It reminded Keith of those old school pizza delivery bags, but more 3D.

The diner had caught his eye because of the outdoor seating. It was a patio covered by a roof. Trellises with vines crawling. They had fans blowing so it felt like you were sitting in a breeze.

He sat down. Ordered a coffee. While the waitress fetched that he ran his fingers across his face. So occupied with washing his 

penis

he he had forgotten to shave.

The reason he was washing his penis so diligently was because he had a strange reaction. Anytime he had sex, his penis would become blue. He thought it had something to do with a chemical reaction from the inside of a 

vagina

. But he had never had it checked out by a doctor. He would instead wash it diligently using Irish Spring soap.

This was the reason he didn't like to have sex. He didn't want his penis to become permanently blue. He thought of that guy. The one who danced like a monkey for the world's entertainment. What was his name, Keith wondered.