A Steady Conversational Tone

"I kind of feel like you are my twelve year old friend and I don't want to share you."
-as heard in the 2009 film, PLAN B

Twenty-five years ago today

December 26, 1985
Thursday

What a drag to have to go to work today—but I did it anyway. It was such a slow day. I telephoned Chad several times. I arranged for him to chat with Mary McTiernan. I guess they had a lengthy chat (but she smokes—ugh!).

I had to work until 5PM. It was okay. Margaret and I went for a Wonton Soup and a Tomato Beef Chow Mein at B&M. It was so good.

It’s Sue Fisher’s Birthday today. They want to celebrate tomorrow but I don’t want to go out (mainly because of my current financial picture). It’s also because I just don’t feel like it.

I went to my house after work. I had a blackout. All of my lights went out.

I had arranged to meet Chad at the gym at 6:30 PM but he arrived at 7PM. Chad picks on me sometimes. I don’t like it. We did work out together.

Russ asked if my room was still available to rent.
I said, “No, sorry.”
I noticed him check me out while I was conversing with Chad.

Chad shared the latest.
“I’m going to the San Francisco Airport to see my sister, brother-in-law and niece off and then I’m going to try the gym in San Francisco.”
“Let me know how you like it.”
I think he’s also meeting with Mary McTiernan and Sue Fisher. I’m not.

I’m kind of hurt that he won’t be with me but that’s his prerogative.
“It’s your choice,” Chad says, insisting that I could go if I wanted to.
It really isn’t my choice. I’m much too low on funds to even consider going out. I may not even go out on New Year’s Eve.

Chad made it with me (despite what I’d said the other day). Oh well…It won’t happen too often. I know Chad confides in Larry about me and ‘our relationship’. I don’t like that too much.
Chad confessed, “I actually liked Leonard at one time but nothing sexual ever came of it.”
“Whatever…Leonard doesn’t exactly excite me one way or the other.”

I mentioned to Chad tonight that he often talks to me in a directive, commando tone instead of a steady conversational tone.
He directed his response right back at me: “You do the same!”
I don’t want to argue with him but we seem to do a lot of it lately. It’s over stupid things that I can’t even recall or can even consider it worth writing about.

I am sleepy. My rest has been trimmed down ever since Chad’s become a frequent guest. That’s okay. I love his company a lot. Only time will tell. He sure farts a lot though. What’s with that?

"It's not my fault, I didn't ask to be gay."
-as heard in the 2000 French film,
"JUST A QUESTION OF LOVE"