The Beginnings - Part 56: THINK I'M IN LOVE

Men go mad thinking about the past, the future.
There is only now.  Live for now.
-Martin Booth
THE INDUSTRY OF SOULS, a novel

The Beginnings – Part 56: THINK I’M IN LOVE

July 10, 1983

George and I awoke to nifty screwing around. Our relationship is too good to be true (considering). We went on a picnic to Sonoma Lake. It was so nice an warm. We ate a great meal and had fun lying out under a shady tree. We also went to visit Ken and Don who share an apartment in Los Gatos. My feeling about those two guys is in neutral mode. I’d just say that I’m glad I have George. I am satisfied with only George.

After the relaxed outing at the park we returned to his mom’s trailer pad where we felt hot, so we had chilled, fresh-squeezed orange juice. It made us feel cool. We hated to part ways as he had to go to work at three o’clock. While we hated to part we always look forward to the next time we will see each other. We are excited at the possibility of our moving in together.

I planned on spending the night in Alameda so that I could take my car in for servicing; however, Tammy telephoned.
Tammy shouted over the wires, “Oh Michael, I’m going to L.A. this Friday for a whole week! I’m so excited.”
“Oh…I’ll miss you,” I said, thinking actually that George might make me forget.
I did like how Tammy has opened herself up to me a bit more. I like it. Now…if only I could terminate her smoking habit and see her without all of that cheap eye shadow make-up.

I did eventually spend the night at mom and dad’s house.
Dad said, “I told Sophie about you wanting to rent the townhouse for six-hundred dollars a month.”
“If she’s only paying three hundred now I know she’s going to move out. I will talk to George in more detail about it. I hope he’ll go for it because six-hundred for the two of us shouldn’t be a problem.”

I went to bed somewhat early. I listened to John’s new stereo. I like the new Eddie Money song called THINK I’M IN LOVE…because I think I am.

“How often do you see him?”
“Every day. I couldn’t be happy if I didn’t see him every day. He is absolutely necessary to me.”
-Oscar Wilde
THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY