I wonder if I am being too cautious about sex? (I do tend to analyze every situation to death and avoid sex unless I feel that there is some potential for getting along with her out of bed. (Maybe I am too picky? (So far, I seem to find some reason for not doing everybody.)))
One reason to start f'ing around would be to please all my women friends. (They sure get pissed at me on a regular basis, because I’m not getting laid.) (Lots of others seem to be content to settle for lust now and then, and celibacy is kind of a drag.) (Maybe I keep waiting for monogamy, as a way of punishing myself?)
I haven't heard from Erica in awhile. (I hope all it well in her life!)
1-3-85
(10pm) Blasé day.
1-4-85
(6pm) Good old laundry day, once more.
Although there would be many negative aspects if an oil boom began here, it might create enough demand for a brothel to open up. (That may be the only way I will ever get laid.)
I went up to the university and enrolled in an accounting class. (I have to continue my education each year, in order to maintain my certification.) (I wonder what the girl watching will be like?)
I sent Erica her birthday present today. (I hope she likes what I got her.)
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