-as heard during the 2006 film "DRESDEN"
August 1, 1985
Thursday
I managed to sleep well after all of the episodes of last night. While driving to work I decided to tell Dale, “Later days, man!”
While Dale may attend the upcoming WHAM concert I may not be there. I am also having second thoughts about Rachelle. I think I want to break-up. I do want to break-up.
Last night I asked, “What are your plans for the weekend?”
Her response: “Danee and I may go out on Friday night.”
She didn’t even mention accompanying me to the company picnic on Saturday.
I called Karyn Kossoff last night. She wasn’t home—or simply not answering her phone. I left a message on her recorder.
This morning Dale came over to my car while I was seated in the parking lot, writing in my journal.
I asked sternly, “So, are you ready to give me an explanation?”
“I was just getting even because Rachelle mentioned the seven-hundred dollars I made last weekend. I knew she has been told by you about my goings-on with the escort service!”
“That’s no excuse as far as I’m concerned! I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.”
“Okay,” Dale said with a shocked stutter and a pout.
I could tell he was hurt. I was hurt, too. I still have to say that it hurts now as I write these words. Ryan Hargrave is right. He did the same thing and I have to do it, too. I will have to explain to Dale that I don’t want us to be enemies…just coworkers and acquaintances (period).
After I explained the aforementioned to Dale he came up with some off-the-wall lines. In my opinion a real friend would NOT have done that last night. It will be different now.
I answered my section telephone line and—to my surprise---it was Rachelle. Dale rushed over to pick up the line and said, “That is my call!”
I thought, “What a push over?”
The funny thing is that he thinks he can win over Rachelle or something—over me. I think I come first in Rachelle’s book over Dale.
Rachelle and I had an intense talk.
“I was so upset that Lorraine was over your house. I couldn’t see why you wouldn’t tell me that she was there!”
“I knew how you’d react even if it was a platonic visit, so I figured it would be best to not say anything.”
She started yelling and began to make some sort of threat.
“The next time this happens…just FORGET IT!” Rachelle shouted.
I interrupted, “No, Rachelle…let’s just FORGET IT now!”
She sort of pouted and said, “I thought you really loved me.”
CLICK. She hung up the phone.
I felt so itty-bitty when she uttered those words. I tried calling her back but there was no answer.
At Hank Stuart’s farewell office luncheon I hung out with Margaret Lai. I did not speak to Dale Orlando—not even matter-of-factly. I love that I’m doing this. I will need to get my sunglasses and blanket from his car.
Yes, it was another stressful day. I managed.
I arrived home only to lie down when Mike Miller called me.
“Hey Mike, do you want to go to this Church Fellowship Pot Luck?”
I thanked him for inviting me but I didn’t go. I’d have kind of felt like I was just there for the food since I don’t even attend this Christian Fellowship.
Lorraine telephoned with some great idea about our getting together on Saturday night. It all happened so quickly that she was going on about coming over to my place to make chicken.
She added, “Then we can watch the rest of that PAPILLON movie.”
I thought, “Dream on.”
Finally, I said, “Lorraine, I have to go to my company picnic and I may have to attend an after-hours get-together.”
“Okay, but keep in mind that I’ll be in The City tomorrow.”
“You will?”
“Yes.”
“Well, do you want to get together for lunch?”
“Okay,” she replied as I started to wonder why in the heck I invited her in the first place.
I don’t even like her any more than a friend. Why would she even want to waste my time and hers? I am certainly not paying for lunch. I think I’ll just say I’m not hungry and suggest a yogurt. That’s it!
I went bike riding from 7PM to 9PM (two full hours). It felt so good. I missed that biking free feeling. Now I really want to see that COORS BIKE CLASSIC event on Sunday. When I returned from my bike ride Mike Miller called on me once again and he came over to watch the “PAPILLON” movie.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4i2-gxvCUGg&feature=fvw
When Mike Miller arrived I was talking to Rachelle on the telephone. We made up! We are on good terms again. She agreed to dinner and a VCR movie night with me tomorrow (Friday) night. We had an amazingly nice chat. All seems better between us.
I began to watch “PAPILLON” with Mike when Greg Manachevitz called.
“Hey, can you pick me up?" Greg asked. "I’m at Mike Miller’s house.”
What the hell. I went ahead and picked him up. Greg is okay. He makes me laugh. He treated me to wild punch wine coolers besides. We all watched "PAPILLON" together in my living room. I was lounging in my shorts and I thought I caught them checking out my legs. It was not in an ‘interested’ sort of way. It was more of a ‘wow, he’s in good shape’ sort of way. At least that was the impression I got.
Rachelle said, “I feel bad about you and Dale.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“Well, Dale invited me to lunch on Monday—but I want you to go with us.”
“There’s no way.”
“I don’t want to go with just him. I’ll only go if you’re there,” she giggled seriously.
I almost felt like another Dale plan was in the works. He wants to strike a nerve upon me. If he has lunch with my lady alone and against my knowledge he will score points. What a creepy ‘needs to grow up’ action on his part.
Rachelle confessed that she took a little speed with her coffee and couldn’t sleep. She was talking a mile a minute, too. I went to bed.
I can’t wait to see the film “A Little Sex” tomorrow.
"If she was any more relaxed she'd be ooze."
-as heard while watching the TV series DOLLHOUSE,
Season I, Episode 5: True Believer
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