The Beginnings - Part 58: CINDERELLA

“Tell me what you eat and I shall tell you what you are.”
-Jean Anthelme Brillat Savarin
A French lawyer and politician who gained fame as an epicure

The Beginnings – Part 58:  CINDERELLA

July 13, 1983

I couldn’t believe it. I paid $4.10 to FOX PHOTO for the processing of only four photographs. Three of them were of George so I guess it was worth it.

Tammy telephoned me while I was at work.
“I just wanted to tell you that I won’t be home until around seven o’clock tonight.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll call you …or you can try to call me,” she said.
I thought, “Shit…but that time dinner time would be defunct. How is she going to have time to do all of the cooking?”
It’s just as well. I feel like a BBQ Chicken sandwich and frozen yogurt. I imagine that’s what we’ll end up doing for tonight. It will be easy to do at the Bay Fair Shopping Center.

I telephoned George.
“I have good news,” I said.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“I got word from my mom that her cousin, Sophie, is probably moving out of the townhouse very soon.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I can’t wait. We may be roommates sooner than we think.”
“Okay, I’ll call you later tonight after work.”

Now it’s time to pick up Tammy for the so-called home cooked meal. She actually had a plan. She cooked some homemade meatballs recipe in a tasty mushroom sauce. We had a very nice evening. We listened to ALDO NOVA, THE LITTLE RIVER BAND and my CAT PEOPLE Soundtrack.

Both Frank and George called as we were eating dinner and just plain ‘goofing around’. I drove Tammy home by midnight. I joked with her.
“It’s as if you’re Cinderella and I have to get you home by the stroke of midnight.”

July 14, 1983

Work dragged on. I ‘faced’ Helen by not jogging with her since she ‘faced’ me by not joining me for lunch today.

I dropped by my mom’s to pick up some other pictures. After that I drove directly to see George in Sunnyvale.

We went to THE WINCHESTER THEATER and tried to watch the movie FLASHDANCE. Neither one of us liked it very much, so we left before the ending and went to his place. I had trouble finding the radio station to play clearly. It must be a bad connection area for radio airwaves. We played a numbers game once we arrived at his place…namely ‘69’.

A bit later George said, “I don’t like those pictures of me.”
I said, “Well, I do.”
I left his place at 12:40AM.
Before I left George asked, “Could you please think about going with me to STUDIO WEST in The City tomorrow night?”
“Okay…I’ll think about it.”

Oh yes…I was also pleased with the good dinner that George prepared. It included breakfast RICE CHEX and ham and eggs. I joked about it. The homemade meatballs from the night before were better.

Loving touching alone—in whatever style—can improve health.
-Diane Ackerman
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