-Jules Verne
PARIS IN THE TWENTIETH CENTURY, the Lost Novel
The Beginnings – Part 64: WHATEVER IT WAS
August 2, 1983
It was another good productive day in sales for me. Kay, the blond supervisor, and the main supervisor, Ida, observed two contacts on me. Unfortunately, I had the shittiest customers of the day while the listened in on me. I didn’t let it ‘get to me’ though.
After the visit with my brother I drove to Sunnyvale to pick up George. It was nice spending the night with him again. I think I can admit it now. I love the guy.
August 3, 1983
Work was hectic and quite busy. I had so many customer contacts but they were all service oriented calls. The sales were lackluster in opportunity. The new female boss in the office who has replaced John Taylor came in to visit everyone. She was kind of cute. Could this mean good news? Who knows?
George remained at my house while I went to work. Kevin came by to visit him. I felt bad that they were kicked out of the swimming pool area because I wasn’t there to accompany them. George was extraordinary today. He stayed at my apartment, waiting for RB FURNITURE to finally deliver that damn table.
When I arrived home George and I fled to San Francisco. We walked around MACYS and EMPORIUM. Then we ended up back in Alameda at SAFEWAY, shopping for our steak dinner that we planned to cook. I love this guy in many ways. It’s funny how we both find it so perfect at times. We often look for knit picky things to argue about. We realize that when we do argue it’s all so very dumb.
Dinner was very good. We enjoyed the warmth of sleeping together after watching DYNASTY. George is special. My emotional state where he is concerned is quite high.
August 4, 1983
Work flew by as do the weeks now that George has begun to occupy more of my time. When I arrived home I found George, dozing off on my couch to a BUCK ROGERS repeat episode. I woke him as he overhead me on the phone, speaking to Barbara Reynolds. I think he got uptight for waking him up.
When I got off the phone George suddenly reacted by saying, “I don’t know how I will deal with it when you meet a girl…or something.”
I just said, “Well, if it happens…we’ll just have to deal with it at that time.”
I do love him wholeheartedly but I can’t limit myself against a girl that could come into the picture. If I see one that I’m H.O.H. (Head Over Heels) for I’ll have to see what happens. We sort of closed that knit picky item after a while.
We shared a sweaty, sexual love-making ordeal in my bedroom. It was long-lasting. It felt good.
I love that new song called MAJOR TOM by Peter Schilling that is sung in part English and German. I love QUAKE radio.
As much as I hated to do so I drove George home to Sunnyvale. I really hate having to drive back and forth. I found myself falling asleep during the drive back to San Leandro. It’s not a good feeling. In fact, I know it’s very dangerous. By midnight I was in bed.
The phone rang. It was George.
“I just wanted to make sure you got home okay.”
“Yeah, it wasn’t easy. Good night.”
August 5, 1983
The question is whether our office will go ON STRIKE or not. The office celebrated Pat Overshoun’s birthday yesterday and I brought a cake that everyone seemed to love. It was strawberry filled with fresh whipped-cream. It was also the white cake that I love. There was a bit left over for my coffee today.
I telephoned Paige Labris from work. She is flying to Los Angeles to go to Canoga Park for a couple of weeks. I may not see her for a while. However, she did say that the TALKING HEADS concert is a definite possibility as a date for September 2, 1983. We shall see.
Helen invited me to BARNABY’S, a night club. She wants me to meet her and Ruben (another coworker) there. I didn’t go only because I was too pissed-off for a couple of reasons. First, Ron Smith screwed-up my Sunnyvale ORTS order. Secondly, some asshole was fiddling with my bike and scratched the frame and warped the seat. I gave myself a warm-fuzzy though. I went out and bought myself a new shirt and a pair of pants to make me feel better at CAPWELLS during my lunch hour. It’s all thanks to Helen.
Helen said, “You should treat yourself sometimes!”
I didn’t drive down to see George because he got out of work at 10:30PM. It was just too late. Instead, I went to visit dad and managed to watch DARK SHADOWS. It was funny to see that show again after all of these years. It was strangely gothic but still quite good. I made my dad’s lunch as he was working the graveyard shift.
When dad left for work I called George to simply say, “Good night.”
I thought of going out with Frank but he had a date with some chick. He’s working now at some Weight Watchers Health Club.
Frank said, “Some millionaire old man told me I could move-in with him in his $200,000 new home.”
“That sounds pretty fishy to me.”
“Oh he’s straight!”
I said, “Yeah, right!”
Whatever.
I changed the subject and asked, “How is Tammy doing?”
Frank replied, “Oh…she said mentioned you.”
“What did she say?”
“She said ‘whatever it was’ seems to be over.”
“So when you go all the way on your trek, you have beautiful experiences but tough things happen as well. But don’t complain, it’s part of the deal. Life isn’t just a big smile…thank God; it would be extremely boring if it was.”
-Diane de Beauvau-Craon
In the book by Alicia Drake, THE BEAUTIFUL FALL
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