Are We Getting Married?

She had beauty that endured, and a smile that was not forgotten. Somewhere her voice still lingered, and the memory of her words.
-Daphne du Maurier
"Rebecca"

Twenty-five years ago today:

August 28, 1985
Wednesday

I had lunch with Dale and Sue Leith. It was pleasant enough.

Once again I feel guilty for not exercising today.

Dale and I went to Long’s Drugstore and my local Video Store. We watched “Ghoulies” and “Blind Date. Dale left my place at around ten o’clock. Thank God! I know I could never have him as a roommate. He eats too much for one reason. He is kind of messy to live with, too.

Paloma telephoned me! She’s excited about my coming to Paris.
I was aghast when she asked, “Are we getting married?”
I forget what I said at that direct question but she said, “You better bring your birth certificate.
I don’t know.
I said, “We’ll talk about it when I get there.”
Paloma asked, “Uh, could you get some things that I left at Bonnie’s?”
“No problem.”

How could I be flying to France to be seeing a woman that wants to marry me, knowing that my heart is fondling over the thought of another woman from Pleasanton, CA who happens to be in Korea right now?

And Denise, the cop, telephoned me as well. She’s all hyped-up over me. She almost makes me feel sorry for her. She’s really NMT (Not My Type). Why prolong it? Why lead her on? The same situation flows with Lorraine Garcia.

Dale is so nosey with wanting to know who is calling, etcetera. There is no way I could ever be his roommate.

I am considering Paloma as a wife and then I suddenly consider Karen Melton. I figure it’s my duty to get to know Karen better before I decide.

I bought some neat “An American In Paris” postcards today.


"We've got to break out of here before we're totally boxed-in."
-Inception, 2010 motion-picture