-Michael J Armijo
PHILOSOPHICAL STATEMENTS
The Beginnings – Part 46: A KISSING TACTIC
June 24, 1983
I cruised to work today in the Mustang Convertible and received a surprise phone call from Tammy Duhr while at my desk.
Tammy pouted, “I was told by Michael last night that you were pissed off at my behavior at the parking lot last night.”
“What? I didn’t even notice anything. Someone’s just trying to cause trouble.”
“Okay, I just wanted to be sure.”
“You were too quiet to make me feel pissed at you anyway. I just couldn’t go back to the LOT after Frank and I saw you because I had to be at work early.”
“You know…Rick Clark is in the area again.”
I remembered Rick from that random BBQ a few days ago. The thought of him makes me question my feelings for some reason. He’s so attractive. Tammy and I continued with a nice, long morning chat.
I said, “I think Frank’s surprise plan is to bring a girl to your party.”
She started to giggle.
“You never know with him.”
“That’s true.”
“Who knows?”
I drove my car for a car wash. It was strange when I went through the Bubble Machine.
During my day a strange man came up to me and initiated a conversation about the Custom Calling Features.
After some explanations by me he winked at me and said, “I actually just wanted to meet you.”
Yuck! That really threw me off-guard. I didn’t expect that comment. I was freaked-out.
After work I took a quick spin to Alameda to pick up my mail that had accumulated at mom and dad’s house.
After the show Tammy and I went to IVEY’s in San Francisco. It had a quaint atmosphere. We enjoyed ourselves, talking about each other, relationships in general, Frank, and her forthcoming party. We just plain had fun. We left Ivey’s after a picture-perfect evening. There wasn’t even any trouble finding a parking space. The arrival at the restaurant was timed perfectly, too. When we arrived back at my place in San Leandro we exchanged some more French kisses.
She blushed and said, “I really like the way you lick my gums.”
I laughed. It was a kissing tactic that Suzy Miller had taught me.
“No one has ever done that before,” Tammy smiled as she rolled her eyes, loving it.
I could tell that Tammy was ecstatic when I kissed her that way.
Anyway, while in my apartment we were rudely interrupted by a phone call from Frank.
He asked point-blank, “Did you take Tammy to see Ann-Margret?”
How could I lie with her right there, looking at me?
I answered, “Yes.”
Tammy’s facial expression immediately became one of total shock. She didn’t think I would tell him. I figured it would add to the drama of my diary. Ha-ha.
Meanwhile, once I confirmed the date Frank started to scream crazy things.
“Our relationship is OVER!” Frank shouted.
“What?” I asked, playing dumb.
“I don’t ever want to see you again!”
He was in a panic-stricken state. He was so upset. I tried to calm him down, explaining how innocently it all happened.
Frank’s tantrum was too hard to handle. He was acting too much like a child. It was hard to control him.
Oh well…Frank just hung-up the phone after I said, “Bullshit! Frank, we didn’t have a date tonight.”
Tammy continued to gently scratch my upper torso as we kissed. I got excited. I couldn’t figure out how to take off her pantyhose. (?) It was funny.
I said, “I don’t have a lot of experience in taking those things off.”
Due to Tammy’s fatigue I drove her home. It was approximately three o’clock in the morning.
One style of sex can be bare bones, fundamental and unromantic, but a kiss is the height of voluptuousness, an expense of time and an expanse of spirit in the sweet toil of romance, when one’s bones quiver, anticipation rockets, but gratification is kept at bay on purpose, in exquisite torment, to build to a succulent crescendo of emotion and passion.
-Diane Ackerman
A NATURAL HISTORY OF THE SENSES
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