I have noticed that one thing I don't seem to like is women who are highly feminine. (e.g., lots of make up often turns me off.) (Maybe that is a reaction to my ex though.)
Skin is sure a neat fabric! (I love it!)
If I had some money, I think I would make some changes in my winter wardrobe. (I think I would go to lighter shirts and wear sweaters more. (I like sweaters, but over a heavy flannel shirt they are somewhat uncomfortable, and often are too warm.)) (I could get into silk shirts.)
I think I want to continue having drugs as an aspect of my life; but, as with everything else, I have to keep it in its proper place and proportion. (A little makes my life better; but, as with all forms of greed, too much is negative.)
(Noon) On the hike down from the M on Sunday, I noticed the Gwynn seems to be highly competitive. (I would get into running on the way down. When I would start to catch up with her she would speed up. (I felt that if I did try to pass her she would have risked hurting herself to stay ahead; so I never pushed her hard. (No big-a-deal. (I just slowed down and let her get ahead.)-(Twas a nice rush, and kept me from getting carried away and hurting myself.))))
(1pm) In the latest Elaine Boosler show on ShowTime, she makes a joke about how Aids is changing women's criteria for picking up men. (If it gets bad here, before I get ready for sexuality, I will have to change my personality. (It sounds like my blasé personality is what women are going for now in the big cities.))
(4pm) Nice walk.
(6pm) A strange mood struck me, and I did some vacuuming and rearranged the furniture again. (Something new.)
(8pm) Erica and Gwynn stopped by and kept me company for a bit. (Neat!)
Erica seemed surprised that there are women who interest me and who I would ask out, if I weren't afraid of them. (I would guess that it will be at least another year or so before I will heal enough to be open for any magic to happen. (Everything about me is still pushing women away, and avoiding situations where a moment could unfold.))
(10pm) Quiet nite. (Nice.)
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(7am) Sometimes I feel there is nothing more I could possibly have to write about, and wonder how I will ever fill up the next sheet of paper, but it keeps happening. (Neat.)
(8am) So far I like this new arrangement of the furniture better. (And, I have noticed that, this way, the glass door on my music box acts like a mirror, so I can test out my theory about a mirror helping to change my self image.)
Erica switched the spot where she sits, so that she still sits about the same distance away from me as before. (We will probably never be too comfortable around each other.)