It had always seemed to me that our love was just the kind to endure.
-Ian McEwan
ENDURING LOVE
The Beginnings – Part 131: THE MUTUAL FEEL VIBRATIONS
November 11, 1983
Jim Hartman (of Martinez) left a message for me at work. I returned his call.
Jim said, “Hi Mike, I just wanted to know if you were still ‘ON’ with Tammy for tonight.”
“Yes,” I replied.
I actually thought I was still ‘ON’ with Tammy at the time he asked me the question.
During my lunch hour Tammy confirmed our date. We had plans for dinner at her mom’s house followed by drinks at GALLAGHER’s in Jack London Square and dancing in The City at ECHO BEACH.
I called Paloma and she was in a good mood.
“I enjoyed being with you last night.”
I said, “Me too.”
I felt so much in luscious lust and love, too.
Steve Sicarra also left a message for me at work. I called him twice.
When I finally caught him he said, “I wanted to see if we could go out on Saturday.”
I was surprised by his call. Steve was the boyfriend of George’s ex-boss at the WHEREHOUSE RECORDS in Sunnyvale. He was the one who told me to not waste my time with George anymore. I knew Paloma might be calling after her wedding anniversary party. We had hopeful plans to see THE ROAD WARRIOR ‘or something’. I couldn’t commit to an outing with Steve.
After enjoying a NATION’s burger and a shake at mom’s house I came home and decided to give Rick Clark a call. I wanted to find out what plan he may have for tonight.
Rick said, “Oh, me and some friends are going up to Oakland for a dinner party or something.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Maybe we can do something tomorrow night.”
“All right…that sounds good,” I replied.
I thought, “Later…man.”
I guess I felt this way because I actually heard from Jim Hartman again. He was at the HUB in Walnut Creek. Jim was thinking of me. Rick wasn’t because he would have tried to call me. I was thinking I didn’t need any of this and I simply wanted Paloma to call me for Saturday evening.
Mom and Dad called to invite me over for a snack and a movie.
Instead, I chose to tune in to body toning and music. I thought I might just stay home with a glass of milk and cookies. Barbara Reynolds had suggested the magic of the milk and cookies while at work today. I liked the idea.
I faced ‘Miss Plastic’ (Tammy) by politely telling her I was too tired to go out after all. She was a bit burned-up at first; however, she settled down and claimed not to be mad over it.
Tammy said, “Due to you…my Friday night has been blown!”
I thought, “What a bitch.”
I recalled how I had called her that one evening and she wasn’t available for me. I know that girl is not worth my time now.
I said, “Listen…I’m going to nap now for a while. Maybe we can go out later.”
She was on the defensive and said, “No, I have other plans. Don’t expect me to leave any evening open for any man! I don’t wait on any man.”
I answered, “Fine.”
Our so-called friendly conversation was disconnected.
On this same night while talking to Jim Hartman I explained how much Paloma meant to me.
Jim asked, “Why don’t you take it slow?”
“You think so?”
“Yes, you don’t want to scare her away. It will…or it can only work out for the best.”
I valued Jim’s opinion to a certain extent.
In addition, while speaking to Rick Clark on this evening I recalled how he had said, “I will call you tonight around midnight.”
We shall see about that.
Steve had said, “I will call you tomorrow morning.”
I’m undecided. I know I’ve decided that I don’t want to drive in the direction of Campbell (where Steve lives) this weekend.
I have actually been lounging around the house all evening in my ‘undies’ and white terry cloth robe. I feel ever so comfortable and free. I only wish I could have gone out with Paloma again.
At least when we spoke this evening Paloma said, “I can’t wait to see you again.”
Of course she said it after I had said it. I do love the mutual feel vibrations I get from this beautiful twenty-four year old woman from Paris.
I am somewhat sore from working out on free weights. I will be persistent on devoting more time to improving the tone of my body.
I especially feel this way after Paloma had said, “I like to feel your chest.”
I’d sure like to feel her chest now.
Now she, like her vegetables, had put down a root.
-Ian McEwan
ENDURING LOVE
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