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It's summertime in the city, as everyone knows.

Summer's winding down, back to school soon.

And as I bike around town on my bike, because I don't know how to drive because I'm really that virtuous.

I'm reminded of a letter I got long ago at Savage Love that I wanted to share with all my fellow cyclists who might be out there listening.

A long time ago, I got a letter from a guy who confessed that he had this fetish for watching people drink his urine,

but nobody would sleep with him because

he was kind of, I don't know, perhaps unattractive or he didn't roll this out well.

You know, it's all in the presentation when it comes to a kink like that.

You really got to be insanely charismatic and charming about it, like rom-com charming, or

you got to look like

Brad fucking pet, right?

It's a high bar to clear.

So anyway, frustrated after years of not being able to talk anybody or pay anybody into

drinking his urine, he hit upon a solution.

And I, the text of the truth are kind of who are also cyclists are against me even sharing

this lest I encourage copycat criminals.

But I think people need to know that this guy is out there.

So what he would do is he would hang out in places where there are lots of cyclists and watch people ride up.

And then if he saw somebody attractive, and all cyclists, of course, are by very definition attractive, whose bike had a water bottle on it that they left with the bicycle, just left in the little water bottle shaft, shimmy thing.

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