Picture, if you will, an urban park in any city with a sizeable gay population; if you live in or have visited such a place, you know the kind of location I’m talking about. It might be one of those public squares or circles, sometimes dominated by a fountain or a statue, or maybe it’s just a grassy area near a popular gay bar or hangout, but whichever it is, it’s probably not too far from the tony neighborhood that lots of gay men like to call home; consequently, on sunny days it’s become a gathering place of sorts, for men of all ages to meet and greet, walk a dog, or just sit and grab some rays, all the while keeping an eager eye open for the next hottie who might happen by.