Cute and Coy

"Well, if you don't want butter you have to pull the dasher out in time!"
--as heard in the 1999 film, SONGCATCHER
in reference to NOT getting pregnant again.

PHOTO: Tatum O'Neal

Twenty-five years ago today:

August 22, 1985
Thursday

My big pay day with the raise is expected today. It was $610.00. I suppose that’s okay. Oh well, my funds will be shot once I return from Paris. I wonder why on earth Paloma has a disconnected phone.

Dale’s a big creep. Margaret Lai made a comment that God’s chosen a couple---a one-on-one---for everyone and that it’s all a matter of time as far as being matched. Dale made a snide remark when she said it. I need space from that Pillsbury Dough Boy.

My telephone suspiciously rang a few times with anonymous hanging up. I believe it was Rachelle. I did not bother to call her back. Spare me. I won’t give her the satisfaction after how she’s hurt me in a way that is too difficult to describe.

Dale revealed, “You know—Rachelle was interested in finding out about that escort service!”
I didn’t say much to that but it just reaffirms that she is just not right for me. I won’t even mention her frequent dependency on parties and drugs.

I returned the “A Little Sex” videotape after work and completed a few errands like stopping at the bank. I even stopped at Alpha Beta for veggies for the AIC/SDC Salad bar luncheon. What a drag to be assigned to bringing the veggies!

I went home and did my aerobic workout tape. The phone rang a couple of times but I refused to answer it during my workout. It’s not easy to answer the phone while doing leg lifts. I worked on myself instead---a social life can wait.

Bob called! He left a message on the answering machine. He’s one of the Chicago dudes.
I called him back.

Bob asked, “So what are you doing this weekend?”
I answered, “I don’t know actually. I know I’m going to the gym after work tomorrow.”
“Well, I’ll call you tomorrow night when you get back from the gym then.”
I thought it interesting that he didn’t mention Chuck at all. Bob seemed slightly bummed out when I told him that my dad said I could only have one roommate. So…who knows?

Then I got a surprise phone call from Denise Vinsonhaler. She is the Benicia cop! I can’t believe she called me. She talks a lot. She is nice and has been told that she resembles Tatum O’Neal. I could see that resemblance. She is a looker through my eyes. I kind of like her but the question is whether I am ready to get involved. That really is the question at hand. Denise sort of asked me out for tomorrow night in her own cute, coy way.
Denise said, “Caroline and another girlfriend of mine are going to Baxter’s again.”
“Well, I’ll probably go,” I replied.

Now I wonder if the Chicago dudes want to beat me up or something because they can’t move in with me. I doubt it. Maybe they just want to go out with me because they know I’ll attract the women. Ha-ha. No, I dunno.


"He was like one of those guards in front of Buckingham Palace. You know...totally erect___NOT, I didn't mean that."
-Richard Price
"A Lush Life"