Two of the things I don't like about Wallace are no kissing and no eating pussy; but, maybe. considering Aids, that is good if one is going to go around f'ing whoever?
The past couple months sure stimulated my craving for some loving. (Maybe it was working in an office full of beautiful women?)
I have a feeling there are a lot of women out there who would enjoy playing with me, if I could just find a way to make the connection. (I still think the trick now is to forget about it, and hope it will just unfold now that I am not trying.)
I wonder if the reason that woman last Saturday nite didn't want to play was Richard telling her, just before we left Corky’s, that I had a "big mean girlfriend?" (I would like to meet that girlfriend.)
Most of the women I talked with in Bozeman seemed to be talking a lot about romanticism and fidelity? (Maybe times are changing?)
(11pm) Tiredness.
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(9am) Well, I woke up with a headache. (Boo.)
I suppose I should change my clothes habits and start wearing slacks and ties again.
(10am) I placed an ad in the paper for my business.
(Noon) Nice workout.
(5pm) I got a letter from my aunt in Vegas. (I had mentioned in my letter to her about my poetry and she asked to see some of it. (I sent her a copy of "Feelings.")) (She also says to not worry about my times of solitude because much growth and creativity can come out of those times. (How true.))
Erica gave me a new picture for my walls that I really like. (She has done a good job decorating my home.)
(11pm) Productive nite of work.
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(Noon) I had decided that since my ad doesn't start running for two more days that I would goof off today and go take some lessons to learn how to downhill ski. (I went to both of the local ski resorts, but both were closed.) (Oh well, now I know where they both are, and it was a nice drive.) (Tis scary how little snow there is up in the hills.)
If I am to be single and f'ing around, this is a safer place to be doing it than the big cities.
(3pm) Well, I went and did laundry and got a hair cut.