On The Same Wavelength

She had never thought of herself as a lesbian. She had never brooded over whether she was straight, gay, or bisexual. She did not give a damn about labels, did not see that it was anyone else's business whom she spent her nights with. If she had to choose she preferred guys--and they were in the lead, statistically speaking. The only problem was finding a guy who was not a jerk and one who was also good in bed.
-Stieg Larsson
"The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo"

Twenty-five years ago today

January 30, 1986
Thursday

The scab on my chin is still not totally gone. It’s kind of depressing but it’s slowly deteriorating. I was thinking about purchasing some facial stuff for men to preserve and care for my face. I will have to look into it. Maybe I’ll get a facial somewhere and then see what they recommend in terms of products.

Brushing my teeth with baking soda proved clean and easy and my cavity-ridden feeling is gone.

Tonight is the party at the gym with the Chippendales and a Playboy Playmate by the name of Kim Morris. I’m not so sure I will attend. I think Chad said he may go. Perhaps I will go if he calls me tonight.

My brother, Tony, is working in my office now. He is on the other side of the grand office though. He does come over to my section every now and again to check on Judy, his training partner.

My cold that was coming feels better. I think the saltiness of that baking soda really helps to soothe my throat (as well as my teeth).

Coming in to work at seven o’clock in the morning isn’t as bad as I expected. The time goes by so fast. I eat breakfast and it’s very relaxing in the office (not that it isn’t throughout the day but it is definitely busier).

I saw a neat bumper sticker on a car today: “Forget the Whales…Save the Starving People.”

I worked as diligently as usual. Larry, the main boss, gave me a special assignment to call a friend of his in his Executive Club to firm up his PREMIERE telephone service.

Steph, my supervisor, had a section meeting with us about the ECC room for Telemarketing Seminars. She kind of looked at me when she mentioned how invaluable our jobs are and how many AT&T Representatives want to come back to PAC BELL. I guess Steph and Larry know I’m ready for a more challenging job/change.

After work Chad telephoned me at six o’clock. He was kind of down and out. He was primarily pissed-off because Larry (his roommate) didn’t cook dinner tonight.
Chad complained, “Larry knew I would be home at five forty-five. I just helped myself to some soup and you know what Larry yelled out?”
I asked, “No, what?”
“Company! That meant that he was referring to Randy and some other friends of his who were coming. And so I may stop by at the gym for that party just to get out of here.”
“Well, I’ll meet you there.”

I ended up meeting Chad at the Video Store. We went to the gym and tried to get an autographed photo of Kim Morris but it was much too crowded. We ran into Randy and Mike and then I saw Joyce.
I said, “Hi Joyce!”
Joyce smiled, “Oh, Hi!”
Then Joyce suddenly looked at the older looking lady that she was with (!).
I didn’t see Joyce after that brief greeting.
Later, when I told Steph Redding about it Steph had her own opinion.
Steph announced proudly as if she were Ann Landers, “You know, Michael. I believe that Joyce only showed up at that gym for the party to see you.”
“I don’t know about that. We’ll see.”

Chad and I didn’t stay at the gym festivities for very long. His mind seemed preoccupied. I finally got one of Kim Morris’ last composite photos with her autograph. We exchanged a few words after I saw her write ‘All My Love’.
I smiled and said, “I was hoping you’d write that.”
“We are on the same wavelength,” Kim said with a flashy smile.

PHOTO: Kim Morris, PLAYBOY Playmate 1986

Chad and I went to my car and talked for a while. He’s going to meet me in The City tomorrow night with Dave Vigil and Mary McTiernan. That should be fun. We parted ways and I simply went home.

I finally watched the ending of that Natalie Wood movie, “The Memory of Eva Ryker”. I watched the TV Drama DYNASTY spinoff called “The Colby’s”, too.

I telephoned Chad very quickly to verify and confirm tomorrow night.
I closed by saying, “Great. I just wanted to make sure you’re going to go. I’ll call you with directions.”

Chris Cordellos called me out-of-the-blue just before I went to bed.
“Yeah Mike, my mom’s been really ill. She just got out of the hospital again.”
“Oh man, I’m sorry. I hope she gets better.”
“Me too—I’m still going to beauty school. We should get together on Sunday or Monday.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” I said, realizing that he’s usually all talk.
Then I added, “Oh wait, this Saturday Margaret, a friend from work, and I are going to Fairfield…but it’s pouring outside, so I don’t know if we’ll actually go.”


We are threatened with suffering from three directions: from our own body (which is doomed to decay); from the external world (which may rage against us); and finally from our relations to other men (perhaps more painful to us than any other threat).
-Sigmund Freud
"Civilization and its Discontents"