Scandals

I love scandals about other people,
but scandals about myself don't interest me.
-Oscar Wilde
"The Picture of Dorian Gray"

Twenty-five years ago today:

March 21, 1985
Thursday

PAYDAY and the First Day of Spring! Today is my last day of fun with 800/WATS Sales Training. It's so laid back. It's like a mini-vacation for me.

I've been driving-in to The City each day. So far so good.

Dale Orlando and I had a 2-Hour lunch. We walked along the waters edge and gave ratings on people that passed by:
MMT: My My Type
MT: My Type
PBL: Possibilities Type
FBL: Fuckable
NMT: Not My Type
GMO: Gross Me Out
OGGMO: Old Geezer Grossin' Me Out
OGGMOSIS: A Group of Gross Me Out Old Geezer's.

It was fun. We had a filed day of rating highs and lows.

At about 2:15PM I picked up my paycheck. I heard a few "How cute!" remarks about my CHILLY WILLY T-shirt.

Dale's pal and ex-ex (Terry) said, "Hi," and gave me a polished smile.
"Ugh," was my only thought based on what Dale's informed me about the promiscuous jerk.

I stopped over at Harbor Bay Island's SAFEWAY after work. Mike, the bag boy, was there. He looked my way. I know he takes notice of me.

I was happy to be home to nap when the telephone rang. Who now? It was Paloma. I was thinking of Bob Umland's nonchalant phone call while at work today. I was glad it wasn't him.
Bob said, "I've been real busy."
I am so tired of hearing that line.

Paloma was up for going to see a movie.
"I feel like a movie, too. Let's go."
I picked her up after I dropped in to SAFEWAY again for a few candy bars and some macadamia nuts. We went to the Oaks Theater and saw the movie "Witness", starring Harrison Ford. It was about a country boy who witnesses a murder. It was good. Being with Paloma again felt nice. She's sweet but I'm still unsure to where we are heading. We may go to Santa Cruz this Saturday and lay out together on the beach.
"I'd love that," I said, "We could even go to Sea Cliff Beach, the other beach that I like."
"Yeah."
"Paloma, you already look so tan."
"I laid out yesterday."
"Oh, a fresh tan."
After the movie I drove her home and for a change of scenery decided to take the Alameda Tube and on via Otis Drive. I got a speeding ticket for going forty miles per hour in a twenty-five mile zone. The creepy cop didn't even let me slide. I should have bribed him with more options. Instead, I put my head down and accepted the damn ticket with a pout.

When I arrived home I called Paloma.
"Thanks for the memorable evening."
And of course, I also told her about he speeding ticket.

Tomorrow night is farewell to Patty Reid 'Happy Hour'. I still have my recurring cough, so I'm not too sure whether I want to go. Perhaps I'll go for one drink only. (?)

The night wasn't complete without one more chat with Dale.
Dale bragged. "Ryan is going to give me some HOT gossip about his trips to Mexico and New York. He made me promise to tell no one."
I know Dale wanted me to beg for the gossip. I hope he tells me only because I'm curious now. Ryan doesn't confide in me about much. He did surprise me that one night when he said that he and Ron had put an ad in a paper once about 'two blonds who wanted an observer to watch them explore HOT sex'! It sounded kinky...but interesting.

"If you want to be loved you have to be worth loving."
-Heath Ledger
as "Casanova" (2005)