-Stefan Zweig
"The Post-Office Girl"
Twenty-five years ago today:
July 10, 1985
Wednesday
Dale shared a hint as to what Rachelle has in mind—or maybe specifically as to what she is up to.
“Michael, I think she is trying to get you to chase after her.”
I had already deduced that; however, the reasoning behind it is so she’ll have more control over me. She wants to be able to wrap me around her finger. I’m afraid she’s got another thing coming. In fact, I am considering ‘breaking up’. If things don’t smooth over soon I just may do that. Every time I ask her out to do something lately she gives me some excuse. I’m tired of it, literally. If she’s not going to make the time for me. Hell then, why waste my time?
During my morning break Dale shared more ‘cock n’ bull’ remarks. I didn’t appreciate them at all.
Dale asked, “Have you asked anyone who is NOT gay to be your roommate?”
“What an ass,” I thought as I just gave him a dirty snarl for asking such a thing.
For one thing, I haven’t formally asked anyone except Rachelle. I knew that was out-of-the-question.
Later, Dale said, “I don’t understand why you’re not able to tell me the things that occurred between you and Chris and Frank. You lied to me.”
“Nothing has ever happened between Chris, Frank or me that is any of your business.”
I don’t know what it is that makes him think he needs to know every damn thing! He even looks ‘physically filled’ with too much information.
During lunch I outright ditched Dale and ate with Al Martinez and Ryan Hargrave at B&M Chinese Food. It was fun. I agreed with Ryan about Dale.
“You’re so right, Ryan. Dale is nice deep down but he’s such a gossip!”
“He can’t help himself,” Ryan added.
“Yeah, he’s such a meddler.”
“You got it!” Ryan said excitedly. “That is the perfect word for him. I told Dale that we shouldn’t be real friends anymore after the havoc he caused with me and Joe.”
“It kind of bugs me, too,” I said.
I didn’t really want to lose Dale as a friend though. He means well. He has a problem of thinking before speaking.
I told Ryan about my roommate leaving and he may consider coming out this weekend to take a look at my place. I may ask Ryan again. I had arranged to post an ad at UC Berkeley once again. That is how I managed to get Marty. Second thoughts are making me feel I should just live alone. I’ll wait and see.
I ran into Christy of the AIC (Account Inquiry Center). She’s cute and I may ask her to lunch tomorrow. That would be a harmless thing to do. In fact, it may be doing me some good since Rachelle is being obnoxious and dissuasive as far as compromising with me over anything in general. One plain example is just going out with me on my days off!
Kelly said, “I’m changing a bit of my workout structure to focus more on my legs.”
“Your legs already look nice but it’s always a good idea to change the workout,” I said with a charming smile.
I notice Kelly kind of look over at me when she thinks that I am not looking. I wonder what that could mean. She’s a “QBL”, of course. That only means that she’s a questionable gal that may be interested in me. Ha-ha.
I saw Phil at the gym and a few other familiar faces. While IN the shower I ran into Jeff, the aerobics instructor with the gross bulge. As it turns out his bulge isn’t as bulgy in the shower room. I wonder if he wears a contraption between his legs. I only saw his dick as a mere inch and half at the flaccidity stage. Perhaps it’s just his scrotum that is huge and that’s why he’s so bulgy. I didn’t get a good look at that but it was nothing spectacular. I actually told Rachelle about it. She was funny. She wanted to know more about what I’d seen. How rude. Well, at least she asked the important question.
“How is Rodney,” Rachelle asked.
After the workout I went to mom’s house. Rachelle didn’t bother going to the gym tonight. I learned later that she was typing a story for English about a vindictive twin sister.
I learned an interesting statistic. Fifty-percent of all people who join the gym quit after two months! At least that’s what Jeff, the aerobics instructor, said while in the locker room.
Mom and I went to NATIONS for a burger and fries. We watched some RUSSIAN movie that was quite boring, so I left her house at 9:30PM.
When I arrived to my pad I noticed Marty was absent. I took a shower and relieved Rodney of his misery. I went to bed and as I was drifting off I heard Marty arrive. Marty answered the phone.
“Why haven’t you returned my calls?” She asked.
“Marty never gave me any message that you’d called. I was asleep.”
“Well, it was rude that you hadn’t called me all day.”
I thought of saying, “Well, it’s rude of you to play these ‘chase after me’ games. Shit! Let’s be adult about this.”
I finally said, “Well, sorry I didn’t call you.”
She rambled on about going to San Francisco with her mom tomorrow to see some agent at John Robert Powers about some modeling deal. I wished her well on that endeavor.
“I hope things work out,” I added, “You’d make one hell of a model, that’s for sure.”
As we talked I realized that I had missed her.
“I love you,” Rachelle said. “We have a date on Friday night, right?”
“Yes, we’ll go see The Emerald Forest, okay?”
“Okay,” she replied.
And so, now there is no Kelly, no Christy…just Rachelle.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that Dale pissed me off yesterday over another comment about Rachelle.
Dale said, “Now that Rachelle has popped your cherry does that mean you’re going to go straight now?”
“What an asshole,” I thought.
What a non-appreciative friend. Believe it or not, Dale is writing his own journal now.
Dale said, “The title of my journal is PROJECT MJA and it’s on floppy disc in my home computer.”
It’s all his biased opinion. I’m sure if I’d ever read what he wrote I’d hate him forever.
"When things go wrong you almost resent the happy moments...like they failed you."
-actress Ally Sheedy as Sarah'
in KYLE-XY, Season II
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