The Beginnings - Part 160: AN EYE-STOPPER

I should write something I would want to read myself.
-Mark Haddon
THE CURIOUS INCIDENT OF THE DOG IN THE NIGHT-TIME

The Beginnings – Part 160:   AN EYE-STOPPER

December 10, 1983

This morning I woke up and did some of my domestic chores.   It was nice to get the clothes washing out of the way.

I went over to PIGGY MALONE’S, the card store.   It’s in Berkeley and I really like this store.  I selected some Christmas Cards and I plan on mailing a lot of them out this weekend.   Now it’s just a matter of time to find out who cares enough to respond to the especially selected card.

I napped for most of the day.   I did stop over to see mom when the evening rolled along.   When I arrived she was setting up her Christmas tree, so I helped her.   It made me feel the holiday spirit to do this with her for a while.  It was fun.

I picked up Tammy in Hayward.   I drove to Jack London Square where we ended up at GALLAGHER’s.   My brother, John, was working.   He prepared us some delicious Brandy Alexander cocktails (blended).   He wouldn’t allow us to pay.   That was a treat.   After the cocktails we went to my pad and we watched THE OTHER SIDE OF MIDNIGHT and THE BAD SEED.   It was a great double-feature.

Tammy and I went to bed after the movie watching.   We made closer attempts at love…but did not really reach that climactic finale.   I began to think that lovemaking is much like riding a bike.   Once you get going with the knowledge of the gears, pedals and brakes it’s an endless ride of keeping the groove with the right stamina, oil and distance goal for reaching a supreme destination.   It could make for one fantastic ride.  It seems there is so much that Tammy and I wish to give each other; yet, why do I feel there is so little time?

I didn’t like it when Tammy said, “I’m just so confused.   I’m not sure what you want.”
I thought that was a really dumb statement.  Oh well…whatever.   I also didn’t appreciate the tiny hickey that Don Hendrikson (some eighteen year old guy) gave Tammy on her shoulder the previous night.   At least she had the decency to tell me about it.  I have to give her a nod for honesty.
Tammy pleaded about Don’s mark by saying, “It didn’t mean anything.  I regret the outing I had with him in the first place.”

I do think Tammy cares for me deeply.   Perhaps she cares a bit too much (or so she states).   I do like that she feels this way.  I simply can't help but wonder where and how far our relationship will lead.   She is an eye-stopper with her platinum blond hair and vicious eyes.   I’ve noticed this when we go out.  People really take notice of her sensuality.   We fell asleep thereafter (as we both were clearly thinking and likely dreaming).

His eyes, she noticed, had a delightful way of lighting up as he spoke of the things that interested him.     

-Janet Frame, an Autobiography