Hardening of Arteries

I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.
-Daphne du Maurier
"Rebecca"

Twenty-five years ago today:

August 19, 1985
Monday

Today was not only stressful but it was like a hardening of my arteries! Everyone (and their grandmother) was calling our office. It was non-stop bothersome while at work today.

I have a zit on my upper lip, too. That’s no consolation prize. I thought zits were over after the teen years. Maybe a bit of Rachelle is rubbing off on me. Ha-ha.

I wrote Karen Melton a ten-page letter yesterday. I really like this one. I wonder how things will turn out between us.

When I arrived home from work I creamed my ‘jock itch’ area, lied down and disregarded the telephone ringing. I got up at 7PM and went to work out. I saw Rachelle’s mother when I first walked in. Then I saw Kelly and she made some conversation. I think she may be growing to like me…or maybe not.
Kelly said, “I’ll be here at the gym on Tuesday and Wednesday.”
The fact that she told me she’d be here is a subliminal message for me is it not? Kelly’s in good shape.
I was surprised when Kelly said, “I was overweight back in my junior high school years.”
I could relate to that. I was overweight during those sixth to eighth grade days, too. We both got a kick out of that coincidental fact.

Some blond (really tan guy) at the gym spoke to me briefly today. I was going to ask him about my needing a roommate but I decided not to since I don’t really know him. He’s probably a better prospect than those three delinquent-like fellows from Chicago.

After the gym I came home and did my aerobics to the ‘Muscle Motion’ video. I didn’t complete the work out because Rachelle called me and I chose to answer the phone. I was feeling lazy.
Rachelle asked, “So why haven’t you called me?”
I rolled my eyes as she kept probing me. Every time I answered her she would repeat everything all over again. I was beginning to think that she just wanted her mom to overhear our conversation. Or maybe someone (like Dale Orlando) was on a third line eavesdropping. I wasn’t born yesterday! Rachelle thinks I’m naïve at times. I am very tired of her petty games. Things will be different between us from now on.  I won’t let her harden my arteries.  She has an overly hyperactive brat-like attitude.  She has a lot of growing-up to do.

Lorraine Garcia telephoned, also. We were supposed to have dinner on Sunday. I just played up to the whole idea of it. Now that Lorraine has made some extra money at a zucchini festival she has invited me to Giovanni’s (in Berkeley) for dinner tomorrow.
I thought, “Hell, why not go? It’s harmless. She’s nice, besides I get off of work at four-thirty tomorrow.”
I’m going to the Ocean Installation Center in Daly City at 8AM tomorrow as a sort of office field trip to see how departments interact. It should be interesting to see all of the installers, staff clerks in the LAC and DIAL centers.

Rachelle’s going to the Rick Springfield concert tomorrow at the Concord Pavilion.   She will also attend his concert at the Cal Expo in Sacramento the following day.   You’d think I would be enough.   What a teeny-bopper the way she idolizes the way she does.

I creamed my jock-itch and went to bed after eating a cantaloupe and drinking some apple juice. I feel a little guilty for not completing my workout videotape.  At least I went to the gym tonight.

"I'm still dreaming...a dream within a dream."
-as heard while watching the film, INCEPTION, 2010