The Ice is Broken

When I went to bed that night I thought: Well, the ice is broken and now we get into another phase of our relationship. But I certainly had no idea how deep that phase would get or how unexpectedly the course of it was to run--talk about your ups and downs!
-James Kirkwood
"Good Times, Bad Times", a novel

Remembering Peter Schilling made me think of a great song I loved by him from 1983 called 'Terra Titanic'. He was a New Wave German sensation who was way ahead of his time. This song/music video proves it when I listen to it today (give the video 20 seconds before the music starts):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmxsLj6rUh4&feature=related

I absolutely LOVE it!  Peter Schilling's voice is "IT".

Twenty-five years ago today:

May 13, 1985
Monday

I arrived at work fairly early. Dale’s carpool arrived shortly after (Dale, Al and Tim). We all went inside the cafeteria for a bite to eat.

I was going to sign the E-Time request list when I learned there was no list today. I made a special request with Stephanie (my boss) to see if I could leave at one o’clock.
I explained, “I am meeting a very special someone for lunch.”
“I’ll let you know at noon,” Stephanie said.
My fingers were crossed.

At 11:50AM or so Rachelle telephoned per a message from conceited Hal Gill. I picked up the line and spoke to her.
“Hi. I’m at the Blum’s corner of Market and New Montgomery,” Rachelle stated, sounding all childish and hyper.
I could tell she was anxious and excited about my showing up there. I reassured her that I’d be there soon. I just wish she’d relax and be patient. She needn’t be so ‘antsy’ at times.

I had to take care of a customer, so I asked Dale to go to the corner where she was waiting.
“Just tell her I’ll be there shortly.”
“Don’t worry,” Dale replied.
I figured she had met Dale at Ashley’s Birthday party, so she will feel at ease when she sees him.
Apparently, Rachelle was scared and in shock because some old construction worker confronted her.
Rachelle thought he was drunk.
The construction worker said, “Hey Babe! I’ll give you a hundred dollars for you to suck my dick.”
She was in shock when she heard these words.
The construction worker goon continued, “What’s the matter…you are a whore aren’t you? You fuckin’ slut.”
I’m glad I sent Dale beforehand. He helped and it was even better when I came to the rescue.

Rachelle, Dale and I went to WENDY’s and ate out on the Market Street steps. Dale rummaged through all of the photos that were in her wallet. He was so snoopy that he was even reading the backside of the photos. I laughed. Rachelle laughed, too. We ran into coworkers (Eileen and Fernando). I began to wonder if they wondered about Rachelle’s identity. I did not introduce her to them.

We walked back to my building. Dale went upstairs. Rachelle and I went to my car and Mary Molesky (another Pac Bell employee) saw us.
Mary Molesky said, “Ummm…I’m gonna tell.”
We thought that was funny. We got situated inside of my car and I put the convertible top down despite her ranting and pouting. She was so antsy. It’s a quality I dislike. I made a point to tell her so on this very night.

We went to my house and it turned into a bloody good show on Marty’s Howard Johnson’s white towel….our episode will have to be continued on Friday night. It was funny though. We just laughed about it.

We stopped by mom’s house. Rachelle did not want to get out of the car because she was feeling antsy, nervous and had a run in her nylon. I thought she was being overly childish. What an excuse! I couldn’t believe it. Nevertheless, my mom came outside and spoke a few friendly words to the both of us. Then we drove off. We went to the gym and had a good workout.

Rachelle said, “That one guy with the moustache who works at the gym was asking me where my friend was.”
“You mean, me?”
“Yes…who else? So I said to him, you mean Michael? And when he nodded I told him you were in the locker room.”
“He probably likes you,” I said.
“He made a point of asking if we were an item.”
“And what did you say?”
She shrugged. “I just said we were very good friends.”
I frowned.
Then she started laughing and said, “I only said it because I wasn’t sure what you wanted me to say.”
“So, what did he say when you said that?”
“He just said ‘Oh, I see’,” Rachelle answered.

Rachelle also ran into a guy named Bill (a friend of Rachelle’s mom and ex-coworker). I learned that for quite a while now that her mom and Bill were teasing Rachelle to get to know me. Bill was going to introduce me to Rachelle.
“I had no idea,” I said.
Rachelle confessed, “You wouldn’t believe all of the little things that went on. But I did want to get to know you…and now I did.”
“I didn’t even know you noticed me.”
“Yep. I wanted to know you because you would come to work out and not really talk or flirt with anyone and leave.”
After tonight’s workout we went to Bay Fair Shopping Mall for an Orange Julius and browsed at the RECORD FACTORY. Rachelle bought “Chill of the Night” by Peter Schilling as a 45 LP record and ended up leaving it in my car.

We decided on dinner at HORATIO’s in San Leandro. She followed me in her car to the San Leandro Marina. We had a quaint dinner together. We said our intimate kissing goodbyes in my car. And I felt frustrated, having not ejaculated.
I told her, “I’m sexually frustrated but I guess the night of being together should make up for that.”
She said, “Ahhhh,” and we kissed some more until we parted ways.

I drove home and Marty was watching ‘my’ TV.
Marty said, “I ran out of gas and was running through the Alameda Golf Course with a gas can, wearing a three piece suit.”
I laughed and was happy that he was enjoying the TV.

I turned in to bed by 9:30PM and telephoned Rachelle. We talked until almost 11PM. We talked of how we missed each other. She disclosed information about her ex-boyfriend named Joe.
“He’s a wrestler,” she said.

After I urged her to tell me, she told me about a whipped cream experience with him on top of his ‘you know what’. We laughed about it. I also asked her about Chuck (from our gym).
“Oh, Chuck just liked me more than I liked him,” Rachelle confessed.
She even went back to the farthest recesses of her mind when she was in third grade. There was a carpenter who wanted her to touch his cock.
“Well, you need to erase that one out of your mind,” I said, “That’s really bad.”
“Yeah, I know. I can’t wait until Friday,” Rachelle said.
“Me too, but tell me more about Chuck. Is he out of the picture?”
“I think so. He was always jealous of Joe.”
“Is there anyone else?”
“Well, there’s this guy named Jim DeLeuze in Walnut Creek who always calls. He even sent me flowers on Mother’s Day.”
“Oh great,” I said.
“And Joe’s brother has been calling and wanting to take me out now. He’s a year or two older and I don’t want anything to do with him.”
“Geez, you’re so popular.”
I was thinking ‘Time Will Tell’ and then I must say…after last Saturday night ‘Time Did Tell’.

It was hilarious when Rachelle and I left at 2PM from San Francisco today. We saw Dale up on the third floor window waving to us.
Rachelle had made a comment while Dale was rummaging through her wallet that keeps ringing in my mind: “And he’s your best-friend?”
I must say. Dale is my best buddy at this point. I love that good buddy. I miss his company sometimes. He makes me laugh and he means well. Anyhow, I am all INTO Rachelle now. I am so missing her. I want to explore her so much more.

What a fantastic world, where unspoken wishes are granted. How could anyone be anything but happy here?
-Stefan Zweig
"The Post-Office Girl"