-Isaac Newton
Twenty-five years ago today:
July 14, 1985
Sunday
It was 6:30AM and Rachelle called me! She hadn’t slept at all. She took some “crank” when she returned home from the movies last night so she could stay awake to clean her room. I later learned that she had talked to Jim on the telephone for about five hours! I am ticked.
Rachelle revealed, “Jim also sent me a couple of cards and he said he loved me.”
Blah Blah Blah…
I am not real jealous because she doesn’t seem to have that ‘HOH’ (Head Over Heels) feeling over him. I think she does like having him around to compare me with and make me feel jealous. She likes to stress all of the great things Jim seems to do over me---for her. I hate when she does it, too! I spoke to her for a good while and finally said, “I’ll call you back around ten o’clock.”
I went to mom’s house for breakfast and Ashley was being a crank and a half.
I telephoned Rachelle at 10AM but she couldn’t really talk because she and her mom were doing something. She and her mom sure do a lot of ‘some things’.
I rode my bicycle for an hour along the beach. I followed the ride with a nap at mom’s house. I took Ashley to the beach and she cried when she fell on the sand (flat on her face). Sand got in her mouth but I wiped it off. Two boys came by and wanted to play with her. One of the boys was (a blond four year old) put Ashley on top of him and motioned as if he was screwing her! I didn’t stop him because I figured they were just playing. I began to wonder if the little boy had witnessed his folks or something. I remained out on the beach with Ashley for an hour and then we went back to mom’s house.
I returned to my place and called Rachelle. We argued again.
I said, “My friend, Frank, called me and he may move in.”
“I don’t care. I just want you to know how upset I was last night when you said you wished you were on a plane to Paris after you heard a line in the movie that I mocked!”
“I didn’t mean to make you upset.”
“Well you did. And you’re no fun at all. All you want to do is watch boring movies!”
Her words really hurt my feelings. I don’t intentionally try to hurt her but I guess I am sensitive. When she says stuff like ‘all of her other friends have fun’ she is insinuating that I am not fun.
“You know,” I said, “the more one says they are bored it’s only because they are boring. If one feels bored they are boring because they don’t have to be! You’re as boring as YOU make yourself.”
After I uttered these words I hung up on her: “I no longer want to argue with a seventeen year old anymore!”
CLICK.
My relationship with Rachelle is just going around in circles. I’ve never experienced it before. The only time we seem happy together is during our lovemaking. I am beginning to think that is true since she’s claiming I am no fun all other times. Why does she continue to be with me? Is she just infatuated with my age and maturity? She says that I act like I know everything. I have said, “I’ve been in the world longer and have experienced more things.”
When I said it she referred to me as her father!
Dale called me after I hung up on Rachelle. I thought Rachelle may have called him but Dale explicitly stated that he called her. Rachelle told Dale her version of our arguments.
I said, “Dale, we’ve broken up!”
“I’m so surprised. I don’t think she knows it yet.”
“Well, she’ll find out. Now let’s change the subject.”
Dale started to brag about his rendezvous with some soldier who was on leave from Fort Bragg, North Carolina. Yuck! I wasn’t the least bit impressed. In fact—I thought, “How gross!” He had to make me picture it.
I went to mom’s house after Dale woke me up. Rachelle telephoned me at my mom’s house!
“Rachelle, I want to have a serious talk with you tomorrow after the gym.”
“Well, Danee will be with me.”
Oh well, I knew that when Rachelle called me at my mom’s house that she must have spoken to Dale. She must have guessed that I intended on breaking up. We, of course, came to a realization over the phone that our love has overruled. We are going to try to work out our differences.
I watched a movie with mom called “Stingray”. It was pretty good. Mom goes back to work tomorrow. The first part of her vacation for the year is over.
I was home at 11PM when I decided to call Rachelle. She was tired. I didn’t like it when Jim called via a call waiting interruption. She put him on hold and asked, “Are we going to talk some more?”
I thought, “Why? So you can ramble on with Jim?”
That irritates me when I hear that shit. It makes me want to go out with Christy in the Account Inquiry Center Department. Rachelle had made other comments earlier about not wanting to accompany me to Margaret Lai’s son’s (Lance) birthday party in San Francisco on Sunday. She said it was because she was going to a picnic on Saturday and it’s something she does every year with an old friend of hers. I happened to know for a fact that this picnic is the very place that she met Jim. Jim will be at this picnic. So I am going to go out with Christy (I think). Rachelle and I hung up our respective telephones on ‘good terms’.
I finally said, “I’ll see you at the gym tomorrow.”
I wrote Paloma this letter dated July 14, 1985:
I LOVE CHERRIES...BUT IT'S THE PITS WITHOUT YOU!
Sunday Day
Paloma Dear,
Life is not just another bowl of cherries. I truly miss you. If you don't hear from me in a while--It's NOT because I've lost interest. You're in my thoughts and I'll keep tabs with you as to what's going on.
Right now on July 21st I'm off that week and I have an appointment in L.A. to audition for the Wheel of Fortune. Did you ever see that game show? I hope I get on and win a trip to Paris. Ha-ha.
My gym is having a Hawaiian Party next Thursday, July 18th, with free food, beer and wine. It could be fun...though I'm not a heavy party-er.
Rachelle is so different from you. She's a bitch. I hate her so much sometimes. I need to get her out of my life somehow. She has never made me argue as much. She's at that age of wanting to party and 'what not' and she complains about my wanting to go to movies and dinners and claims it's boring. Only one thing is NOT boring and I can't/won't build a relationship on that alone. I can't stand it. Maybe it's our age differences--but it bugs me. I need you here so I can talk and just plain hold you.
How's PARIS treating you? Don't tell me about any Don Juan's. I'll get jealous. And don't fret at all about Rachelle. I'd consider her a closed chapter before too long.
I'll write to you again soon. Have a nice rest of the day. I want to go bicycling today. Smile a little smile for me. I hear an airplane outside--I'll pretend I'm on it--destination: PARIS.
Love You,
MICHAEL
We should strive to improve the patterns of our brain and body by optimizing the health of our bodies and extending the reach of our minds.
-Ray Kurzweil
"The Singularity Is Near"
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