A Crappy Lover

"You should know by now that I like having you in bed not because of how you look but because of the way you act. I think you're sexy as hell."
-Stieg Larsson
"The Girl Who Played With Fire"

Twenty-five years ago today:

May 21, 1985
Tuesday

The car pool experience is not looking so good.  The drive into the City only included myself and Sherri today. Anna was fired from her job.

Dale was depressed because I failed to call him back last night (on top of the fact that Ryan was pissed-off at him). Dale and I had lunch at Wendy’s and his mood shifted a bit. We sat outside with Sherri again on the usual Market Street steps.

Rachelle called me a couple of times while I was at work. It pleases me when she calls me. She makes me feel good. I like knowing how strongly she is “into” me.

After I dropped Sherri at her home I went to my pad to quickly change clothes. I picked up Rachelle at her house in Castro Valley. When I arrived her mom and step-dad were putting groceries away. I saw her huge backyard. It was very nice. I accompanied Rachelle to her Grandmother’s house in San Leandro. During the drive Rachelle was telling me soap-opera type stories about her friends (Danee, Matt and Milton). She also told me of Andrea and went on about her ex-boyfriend, Joe.
“Joe was a crappy lover,” Rachelle said, making me feel a tad superior.
I laughed and asked, “Why?”
I wanted details.
“He was just wham-bam and ready for a shower, then the door.”
Again I had to laugh.
Rachelle’s Grandma gave us a demonstration of her ham, cream cheese and olive appetizers.

After Rachelle’s Grandma’s house we drove to the SAFEWAY near my house to prepare those same appetizers. My mood went into ‘downer’ mode when Rachelle got her cassette tape stuck in my car tape deck. It was like a repeat of what Paige LaBris did ‘way back when’. It depressed me because I hate when things aren’t working right. Then I came back to earth and realized that Rachelle did not do this on purpose. We made up and had fun the rest of the evening. I love Rachelle.

Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us different ways. Then tears come, and like the rain on the ropes, they brace up, until perhaps the strain become too great, and we break.
-Bram Stoker
"Dracula"