2-14-85
(10pm) Happy Valentines Day to me.
I took myself to the Paw for happy hour. (Pretty drunk and boring tonite.) (I stopped at the store on the way home and picked up some chocolate. (Be my own valentine.))
I tried to work up the nerve to ask out that one of the waitresses tonite, but couldn't manage to say anything.
2-15-85
(6pm) Happy birthday to Bryan. (Ten years old already. (Amazing.))-(It seems like only yesterday that he was tiny.)
Coincidence? - The last five nites when I have turned on MTV, Billy Joel's video for "Keeping the faith" was playing. (That album still makes me think of Erica.)
(8pm) I ran into another of my tax clients today and got his stuff. (That gives me something constructive to do this weekend.)
I think I will try again tomorrow nite to work up the nerve to ask out that one waitress. (What a cute ass!) (I have to keep trying. (Sooner or later, someone is bound to accept a date with me?))
I haven’t heard from Rena about going out. (Oh well!)
As the courthouse turns: One woman at work says I should be dating three or four women. (That might be a good idea.)-(I suppose I should get some experience with a variety of women.) (But how am I supposed to find three or four, when I can't even find one?)
Time for poetry corner: