I seem to be bouncing back and forth between romanticism and cynicism. (Maybe the answer lies somewhere in between?)
(9pm) Joke one of the women I work with told me: Why is snow like sex? You don't know how many inches you are going to get or how long it will last. (Reminds me of my current doubts about my ability to satisfy a woman.)
12-21-84
(7pm) I keep trying to be cynical about Erica and I becoming more than friends; but I keep slipping back into dreaming.
12-22-84
(9pm) I worked most of the day and now I am tense and stiff. (A back rub would feel nice right about now, but I will have to settle for a j and a touch of whisky.)
Samantha stopped by and dropped off a Xmas present for me. (I will save it for Xmas.) (And she invited me to come over for Leo's Xmas eve party. (Sounds like fun.))
12-23-84
(6pm) I worked all day. (Such fun.)
Oh yes, when she invited me to the party Samantha told me to bring a date. (?) (She knows I don't know anyone who would go out with me.)
My lips are getting chapped from the cold. (Reminds me of how they got right after I had separated from my ex. (Kissing a lot had kept them moisturized, and it took awhile for them to adjust.)) (I don't get too many kisses. (One from Carrie is my only one for 1984.))
(10pm) Enough work for one day.
12-25-84
(10am) Merry Xmas to me.
I went to Leo's party last nite, but I still wasn't able to let go and have fun. (I did have a nice visit with a new woman I met there. (I am in lust again.) (Per normal, she has a beau.)) (Oh well, twas a nice break from work, a beautiful walk, and the companionship was nice.)
Now I had better get back to work.
(4pm) I have worked long enough for today.