Colony Collapse Disorder

He adored her for what seemed to him the elegance of her diction, her apparent sophistication, and the refinement indicated by the languid manner with which she used her handkerchief to dust off her fingers after using chalk at the blackboard.
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"

PHOTO: Billboard Model photo
taken in Zurich, Switzerland
on
September 1, 2004

There was a screening of a documentary film in Los Angeles on July 24, 2009 that I missed out on seeing. One cannot do it ‘all’, after all.

The documentary is called ‘The Vanishing of the Bees’ and it explores the disappearance of the honeybee and its implications for humankind. It was still in production in late July 2009.

The documented story intrigued me. It seems that increasing numbers of honeybees are defying instinct and abandoning their hives, their young, and even their queen. It is a phenomenon known as Colony Collapse Disorder.

It’s kind of a scary sort of revolt. It sounds like human-beings have historically done this before. I want to see it. I just signed up to be notified of its release at this website:
http://www.vanishingbees.com/
Join me in signing on. We may both learn something new.

Twenty-five years ago today:

September 14, 1984
Friday

At 8:50AM the telephone rang. Surprisingly, it was Chris Cordellos.
“I called you yesterday and wanted to see you to go out,” Chris said.
“Oh well, I guess you called when I decided to go out,” I replied as I suddenly heard him give me the ILY line (I Love You).
Chris followed his ILY line with, “The last thing I wanted was to hurt you.”
“It’s a little late for that,” I answered.

It seems Chris is trying to redeem himself as a good man. He has good intentions sometimes. I wish I could consistently be angry with him, but it's hard.
“Thank you so much for the LA trip,” Chris added sincerely.
“I still can’t believe we slept on the beach and in a car. I think we’ll remember that for a long time to come.”
“Yeah that was so funny...you know, I called your mom’s house and no one was there.”
“That’s odd. I was there with her but we may have been fiddling with that new label maker in the backyard when you called.”
“Oh, well, I will call you when I return to Arcata.”
I think I want (and need) to write to him. I may have a few more words to get out of my system.

I telephoned mom and invited her to go to MACY’s. I also wrote letters to Jim, Maria, Sherri and Chris.

From what mom told me, John and Sherri are splitting up. Sherri received an offer of a management position at a boutique clothing store. It is the headquarters for Pic-A-Dilly in Fremont, CA. She is planning on an apartment alone with Ashley. It’s sad. I may not see my niece as often as I’d like.

I went cycling for about forty minutes. I gurgled down a Sprite at mom’s house to hydrate.

By 6:30PM I got lucky with a call from Karen (of England), the girl from last night.
“I was ill today and would rather see a flick or simply visit a pub tonight. Is that okay with you?” Karen asked.
“Sure, sounds fine.”

I got ready real quick and ate a couple of slices of pizza at moms’ house.

Karen and I decided to see the films “All Of Me” and “The Neverending Story” at the San Francisco Regency II. We followed the movies with the Fairmont Hotel (just to use the lavatory facilities). We ended up finding ourselves upstairs having a drink in the revolving 'City View' Tower Restaurant. I enjoyed a pina colada and she ordered an orange juice with champagne. It was fun. Some lady took our picture, too. Maybe we reminded her of herself on a similar date from years ago.

Karen is twenty-one, a Leo, and was born on August 4th, I believe. She is blond, blue-eyed and has nice curves. She was born the year of the Rabbit. I wonder if that means she’s “Hopping Mad” or “Fast on the Trail”. We exchanged a joyous kiss by evenings end. I loved when she uttered these words in her classic British way:
“I better go before I change my mind.”

Believe it or not this ‘Karen Kiss’ I cannot seem to forget (even when I ponder a comparison to the Jim Koran kiss). Karen is one attractive young lady. We had a terrific time. We plan on going out again tomorrow night. It will be another dancing visit to The Oasis. Tomorrow night ought to be FUN.

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Escalator of Life

“I feel more at peace than I have for weeks. I need just one thing to make it complete.”
-Nial Kent
“The Divided Path”

…We want it all
…A new sensation
…Don’t listen to those little voices
…Run wild in the jungle…

Ever hear of Robert Hazard? He was the son of opera singer, Umberto Rimato, who sang for the Philadelphia Opera Company. Robert was a Philadelphia musician who composed and recorded ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’ that Cyndi Lauper turned into a best-selling hit.


PHOTO: Robert (Rimato) Hazard
b. Aug. 21, 1948, d. Aug. 5, 2008


While I was a passenger in a Boxster convertible, zooming along Pacific Coast Highway the other day I heard Robert’s song from 1984 start to play. It’s called ‘Escalator of Life’. It brought back memories and chills. It was an 'old' but 'new' sensation. It was a time when I would love dancing to the tune at a club called Echo Beach in San Francisco. Here are the lyrics but take the time to watch the video with a quick CLICK here because it is photographically wonderful to see. It makes me want to put on some lipstick:

http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=escalator+of+life&docid=1216618954955&mid=AE425C36A7887E2845C6AE425C36A7887E2845C6&FORM=VIVR20#

Escalator of Life lyrics:

They got my mazda in the E-Z Park It
At the rock & roll supermarket
Muzak music make me feel so funny
I went and spent all my money

We're riding on the escalator of life
We're shopping in the human mall
We're dancing on the escalator of life
Won't be happy 'til we have it all

We want it all

Escalator of life - "up and down"
Escalator of life - "round and round"

There's a hundred and eleven choices
Don't listen to those little voices
I don't let the guilty feeling shake me
You can have your cake and eat it baby

We're riding on the escalator of life
We're shopping in the human mall
We're dancing on the escalator of life
Won't be happy 'til we have it all

We want it all

Escalator of life - "up and down"
Escalator of life - "round and round"

"Huh..."

"Hey girl, I'm a personal friend of Gloria Vanderbilt"

"I got all the gold in the world around my neck"

"Come ride the steel dinosaur"

"Run wild in the jungle"

"Its a Zulu Nation"

"Seduction, sacrifice, a new sensation"

"Nothing ever changes..."

We're riding on the escalator of life
We're shopping in the human mall
We're dancing on the escalator of life
Won't be happy 'til we have it all

We want it all

Escalator of life - "up and down"
Escalator of life - "round and round"

We're riding on the escalator of life
Aouh, aouh, aouh...

Twenty-five years ago today:

September 3, 1984
Monday

We (Paul, Wayne and I) went to Ole’s Waffle Shop once again on this Labor Day morning. Afterward I agreed to going to Stinson Beach because the two girls from Denmark were going to be there. It started to get so gloomy and foggy by the time we got to the Golden Gate Bridge that it seemed like we entered the “Outer Limits”. I decided ‘at that point’ to make a detour and return to Alameda. I was tired of driving. I didn't want to chauffeur these guys around anymore. We never made it to Stinson Beach.

PHOTO: Sept. 3, 1984
'Wayne and Paul' flexing

Instead, we arrived at South Shore Beach in Alameda with my big portable radio and we did lie out until 5:30PM or so. We were looking all ‘Ban de Soleil’d’ with our respective tans. We flexed and took pictures by the courtyard when we got to my house. It was funny.

PHOTO:
Sept. 3, 1984
Michael J Armijo
and the English goofball,
Wayne

Then we headed for North Oakland to Zachary’s for Deep Pan Pizza. It was a long wait and ‘Paul and Wayne’ did not care for the pizza there.

We then made a quick stop at McGee’s bar on Park Street in Alameda. It was not happening there, so we went back to my home.

We joked as we tried to sleep. Wayne kept repeating a ‘c—t around your neck’ joke…and there were silly ‘Knock Knock’ jokes, too. I kept asking myself ‘How, Where and WHAT did I do to deserve this?’

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Bliss

Her flippancy and irreverence put him off completely. She called it ‘taking the wind out of the sails’, and she did it intentionally when she thought he was getting too far above ground.
-Nial Kent
“The Divided Path”

It is funny how things find you. I was at a boutique clothing store back in 2005 on La Brea Avenue in Los Angeles and noticed a set of compact discs for sale. There was a CD called “QUIET LETTERS, U.S. Edition” by Bliss. I was attracted to it. It was a spontaneous purchase.

I still write letters as I listen to this album play sometimes. I recently gave the CD as a gift to a REIKI practitioner (a Japanese technique for stress reduction and relaxation that also promotes healing). She incorporated it into her sessions and recently told me she felt a ‘connection’ with me as the music played. I so LOVE that!

Listen to this sample cut called “Kissing” from the “QUIET LETTERS” album by Clicking on the link below. Her voice is so beautiful.
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=kissing%2C+bliss&docid=990309646373&mid=B47F77685BAFFF435E71B47F77685BAFFF435E71&FORM=VIVR2#

Twenty-five years ago today:

August 31, 1984
Friday

This was one memorable day.

Training dragged on. I can’t see how the entire training sessions will be over by next Friday. I am on vacation the following week! I thank the stars for the day when I can say training is over.

Barbara Reynolds and I ate at the Chinese food joint at the Galleria. The guy who served our food was extremely friendly. I complemented his polite serving tactics.
“I used to be a chef,” he said.
I was then a little bit surprised when he asked, “Do you have plans for the weekend?”
“Oh, I may be going to the Monterey, Carmel area,” I answered back.
“I am going up near Auburn in Sacramento,” he said.

Bobbie left our training classes early to pick up a friend at the airport who was visiting from Texas for the weekend. She sort of invited me to drive up to Russian River. I was tempted. Too bad she could not come for a drink with me after work. I enjoy her conversation.

I decided on a Happy Hour drink anyway. It was Friday and I went to Barnaby’s and had three beers during the first hour and two Long Island Iced-Teas thereafter. That was more than enough!

OW (Overweight) Elizabeth from the Business Office was there.
She said, “You dress so GQ.”
“I'll take that as a complement. Thanks, Liz.”

Karyn Kossoff was also there at Barnaby’s with Tom, Elizabeth, Eileen and myself. Karyn came to an understanding about our relationship: we are friends. I confused her more when I kissed her. She got all tense and wouldn’t allow any more kisses. She’s at a ‘fast pace’ and I guess I am taking things real slow…too slow for her. She wants sex ‘right off’. I know!

Eileen met and introduced us to two guys named Wayne and Paul Adamson who were vacationing from England. They were really nice tourist types. At least Paul was. He was twenty-three, born July 25, 1961 and said he owned his own construction business. Paul has three sisters, including one who is only twenty-one, that he believed I would be interested in dating.
“I’ve always wanted to go to England,” I said as I began to find his accent too cool.
“I’ll put you up in England when you go there,” Paul said.
So I made it definite.
“Okay, I will go next year, for sure.”
I also invited Paul to go with me tomorrow to Carmel and Monterey because I want to go and Chris has not called. Chris is being his usual irresponsible self. It reminds me of a time when my former friend, George Jones, faltered. I found others to occupy my time.

I was talking to Barbara Reynolds today at lunchtime about seriously setting up a people file with pictures and profiles on each. It could be just like the movie “The Year of Living Dangerously”. I never thought too seriously about it—but now---I can review my journal and it would be great to have files on the people I have met over time. I may as well start it now. I need to format a ‘General Characteristics” & “Information Form”. I am excited about the notion of this new 'private people' file idea.

Karyn and I took BART from The City together.
“One day I will seduce you,” Karyn said.
I am leery about her now. It seems like she is starting to sound like Nici Maurino. Karyn hinted about coming with me tonight but I made no specific invitation.

I went to moms’ to pick up a package. I ordered a geometric patterned sweater from the Bachrach Men’s catalog. It had arrived.

When I was finally home I hit the sack just before midnight.

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Introducing 'Patch William'

"He was better than any 'head shrinker' because he always knew what was buggin' you even before you told him."
-Ava Gardner
as heard in the 1964 film,
"The Night of the Iguana"

Listen to the delicate ‘easy listening’ sounds of ‘Patch William’ sing “The Last Bus”:
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=patch+william&docid=952180933176&mid=6AAC3058A76FECDF4A476AAC3058A76FECDF4A47&FORM=VIVR#

I was fortunate to have Ali Digby (one of the band members of Patch William) at my Birthday Cocktail Party celebration in London, England. Ali is a talented musician as well as a ‘true sweetheart’. She performs cello and sings backup vocals for the band. The 'Patch William' band has a website and I took this portion ‘about them’ to post here on my blog today:

Patch William officially started in the summer of 2007 with their first gig at Bristol University.

The band consists of Ed and Will, who are brothers, Bill, who is their father, George, one of their old friends, and "Ali Digby", a recent addition to the band since recording.

For their first year playing the band conscientiously gigged around London, recorded at home and promoted them culminating in a lucky run-in with producer Steve Levine. Having heard them play Steve quickly signed the band to his label, Hubris records, in the summer of 2008.

From this Patch William has been invited to perform a live session for BBC introducing where they recorded three tracks which have subsequently been played on 6music and Radio 1.

Since then the band has begun to record their first studio album, to be released over the summer with a prospective tour to support it soon after.
Website:
http://www.patchwilliam.com/
PHOTO: Ali Digby
at the No. 11 Hotel, London
June 2009

I will have to add the 'Patch William' CD to my WISH LIST once it comes available.





Twenty-five years ago today:

July 18, 1984
Wednesday

For lunch today, Barbara and I were accompanied by Joe (a gay guy that really reminds me of the main actor, Ray Walston, from the old TV-show called ‘My Favorite Martian’).

We saw Presidential nominee, ‘Walter Mondale’, waving our way in his limousine, and then we ate Chinese food followed by a visit to the Gitano Ice-Cream place.


We did some typical office talk as we decided to take a walk to the pier area and then back to work. We are enjoying ourselves, getting paid for doing nothing.

I have been jump roping a lot lately. It’s amazing how fast and how many repetitions I can do now. I even have the energy to go bike riding after working up a sweat.

After work I accompanied mom for a visit to Grandma’s. Mom and I borrowed a movie from ‘John and Sherri’ called “All the Right Moves”, starring Tom Cruise. It was an ‘okay’ evening.

I love working in The City (San Francisco). The time passes so quickly and it’s like a vacation each day.

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THE ROYAL BALLET, London

"For three years I've been lying flat on my back for you!"
-Murilo Benicio, the Brazilian husband
to Penelope Cruz
in the 2000 film
"WOMAN ON TOP"

Imagine this story:
Ondine was a water nymph in German mythology. She was very beautiful and, like all nymphs, immortal. However, should she fall in love with a mortal man and bear his child - she will lose her "gift" of everlasting life. Ondine fell in love with a dashing knight - Sir Lawrence - and they were married.

When they exchanged vows, Lawrence said, "My every waking breath shall be my pledge of love and faithfulness to you."
A year after their marriage Ondine gave birth to his child. From that moment on she began to age.

As Ondine’s physical attractiveness diminished, Lawrence lost interest in his wife. One afternoon Ondine was walking near the stables when she heard the familiar snoring of her husband. When she entered the stable, however, she saw Lawrence lying in the arms of another woman. Ondine pointed her finger at him, which he felt as a kick, waking up with a start.

Ondine uttered a curse: "You swore faithfulness to me with every waking breath, and I accepted your oath. So be it. As long as you are awake, you shall have your breath, but should you ever fall asleep, then that breath will be taken from you and you will die!"

That was the storyline of the very first 'Royal London' ballet I witnessed on Saturday evening, June, 6, 2009 at The Royal Opera House in London. I am quite honored by this outing as it was a gift to me from Lord John Eatwell and his dear wife, Lady Susan Digby-Eatwell. It is difficult to describe the regal aura of attending The Royal Ballet. Fantastico!

PHOTO: Alan Freiman, Michael J Armijo,
Susan Digby-Eatwell, Lord John Eatwell

Twenty-five years ago today:

Monday
June 18, 1984

I sold a few more tickets for Ashley’s Baby Pageant. I enjoyed lunch at ‘The Roof Garden’ with my brother, Tony, and Helen Wong.

I telephoned Chris Cordellos on my last break.
“I’m still not sure of my assignments at the end of the week because Ed and Jim are AWOL! I am on high demand because I am seen as the ideal conscientious worker now,” Chris explained.
I laughed, “I know you are.”
“Listen. Could you call Barb and pretend that you haven’t heard from me in a while?”
“Why?”
“I gave her a wild fib that I hadn’t seen or talked to you when she asked,” Chris confessed.
I thought it odd that he would do that but ‘whatever’.

I end up staying at work until 5:30PM today. Ugh! I arrived home and crashed on mom’s brass bed in the guest room. When I woke up I ate ravioli. I did not even feel like riding my bike. I was tired, lazy and kind of ‘bummed out’.

At 8PM I telephoned Sherri and ended up helping her transport a load of boxes from Solomon Lane to Cook Lane. I did a little interior decorating at my pad on Solomon Lane at the same time. Suddenly it was 11PM. Yawn. Good night.

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Stress Management Technique

"I knew I liked boys more than I should.
I had already had a torrid,
if one-sided, affair with Montgomery Clift and several other actors
I saw on late-night movies on TV."
-John DiCarlo
"Telling Tales Out of School"

The other day I received an email from Barbara Reynolds about the latest 'stress management technique' that is being recommended in psychological journals. It supposedly really works. Personally, I think it might work best if a gentle voice is reading the suggestions:

1. Picture yourself lying on your belly on a warm rock that hangs out over a crystal clear stream.

2. Picture yourself with both your hands dangling in the cool running water.

3. Birds are sweetly singing in the cool mountain air.

4. No one knows your secret place.

5. You are in total seclusion from that hectic place called the world.

6. The soothing sound of a gentle water fall fills the air with a cascade of serenity.

7. The water is so crystal clear that you can easily make out the face of the person you are holding underwater

Twenty-five years ago today:

April 16, 1984
Monday

When I telephoned Chris at 9:30AM this morning I was pleased to hear his voice. He was overjoyed to hear from me.
"I wanted to make sure you and Barb arrived home okay."
"Yeah, when we got here we went to see Lyle. I was talking to him about you, the Billy Idol Concert and the time we've been spending together," Chris explained.
Chris continued, "And Clay says he is going to come up and spend like thirty days with us!"
I just don't like that Clay is trying to influence Chris against me. Clay has never even met me!
PHOTO: Student Stress, Cambridge, England, July 2008

Helen, Tony and I shared tuna sandwiches for lunch. The work day flew by quickly. When I arrived home I went bike riding until 6:30PM. The batteries on my SONY headphones are running low and that interferes with my bike riding musical experience.

I ate BBQ chicken and relaxed as I watched 'Entertainment Tonight' and 'Wheel Of Fortune'. I started to dwell on my earlier conversation with Chris. I almost had the impression that he couldn't really talk because Barb was in the room.
"I guess I'll see you in May," I had said.
"Okay," Chris replied nonchalantly.
Just then...my doorbell rang. To my shock and speechlessness I could not believe my eyes. It was Chris and Barb right there at my doorstep!

We fed 'James the Dog' some ALPO. Then we went to 'The Royal Pub' but the service was horrible, so we left. We eventually found ourselves at 'The Lung Kong Restaurant' for eats along with a bottle of champagne. I treated them to dinner. Afterwards we went to McGee's bar on Park Street in Alameda. This led to more talking, laughing and drinking. We hopped out and over to Croll's on Webster Street, too.
"I have to talk to you," Chris whispered.
I was bummed out. I learned through his whispers that Clay and his old friends are trying to influence him to 'later me'.
"They think we should just be friends," Chris confided.
I was confused. Just this morning he seemed to realize something totally different.

By 12:30AM we were back at my house. I showed Chris some of my family pictures. I saw tears show up in his eyes. It was because he was feeling very close to me. I felt truly touched by his sensitivity. It made me feel that Chris was my very favorite person and 'best friend'.

Barb lounged in the living room as Chris and I politely excused ourselves to the backyard area. We rapped about our happiness and held things 'close knit' and 'very together'. We have good vibes right now. Despite our small quibbles I just want to be happy. He seems to want the same.

Chris and Barb are coming to visit me tomorrow during my lunch hour.

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Abolish Income Tax for 3 Years

"The risk of doing too much is much less than the risk of doing too little."
-Lord John Eatwell

In April 2004, Alan and I were vacationing on the Carribean island of St. Lucia at The BodyHoliday at Le Sport Hotel. It was an unforgettalbe spa/exercise/all-inclusive meals experience.
www.definitivecaribbean.com/accommodation/TheBodyHolidayatLeSPORT.aspx
The clientele was predominantly British at the time of our visit. We made three key friends:
1. The Wimbledon Wives-a group of six women who live in the Surrey area of England who celebrate Birthdays' and go on vacations together. We named them 'The Wimbledon Wives' after comparing them to the 'First Wives Club' & 'The Calendar Girls' movies.
2. Lady Suzi Digby, a divorcee on holiday
3. Ron and Jean Ford with their daughter, Anne Ford (a European Union language translator)

Since 2004, Lady Suzi Digby has married Lord John Eatwell and we have become very good friends. Suzi is becoming quite the celebrity in England after being asked to be a 'judge' in the reality show 'Last Choir Standing'.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suzi_Digby

Alan and I (pictured above) visited Cambridge, England last July 2008 in honor of Suzi's big 50th Birthday party extravaganza. This past Monday we had the joy of entertaining John & Suzi as our guests in Marina Del Rey, CA. John shared the initial quote (above) with us while staying here. I had to jot it down as something to remember. John is an influential British economist who is currently the President of Queens College in Cambridge.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Eatwell

Today, Lord John Eatwell has a featured article in the Financial Times "The Bank must act to bring lenders together".
www.ft.com/cms/s/0/565e877a-ddbe-11dd-87dc-000077b07658.html?nclick_check=1
The article reminds us:

If only all could be persuaded to spend then all would be better off.

Institutions will not lend to each other because they are concerned about whether they in turn will be able to borrow cash when they need it. There is little incentive to be the first to resume normal money market operations.

...acting alone results in self-fulfilling misery. Acting together can result in self-fulfilling recovery.

In addition, I must share the words that impacted me this morning by a senior economist (Stephen Moore) for The Wall Street Journal. He wrote about the classic 1957 novel by Ayn Rand (Atlas Shrugged) which is about the economic carnage caused by big government run amok.
www.amazon.com/Atlas-Shrugged-Ayn-Rand/dp/0452011876/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1231529802&sr=8-1
The moral of the story is that politicians will respond to crises--that in most cases they themselves created--by spawning new government porgrams, laws and regulations. These, in turn, generated more havoc and poverty, which inspires the politicians to create more programs.

The author, Ayn Rand, came to America from Soviet Russia with insight into totalitarianism and the destruction of socialism. Near the end of her classic fictional book that seems to have turned to fact fifty-two years later the econmy has been rendered comatose by all the great minds in Washington. Out of desperation, the politicians come to the heroic businessman. The fictional character gave this advice:
"...start by abolishing all income tax."
"Oh no!" screamed Mr. X (Nancy Pelosi), leaping to his feet. "We couldn't do that...How would we pay government employees."
"Fire your government employees."
"Oh no!"

I wonder what would happen if we did abolish income tax...for say...three years?

The Atlas Society is dedicated to promoting Rand's ideas.
www.atlassociety.org/

Twenty-five years ago today

January 9, 1984

I believe Barbara Reynolds and I have settled our differences. We shared glances, smiles and "hello" today. I also placed an order for some premium telephone services (Call Waiting and 3-Way Calling), giving Barbara the sale credit. Perhaps that broke the ice.

I called Morris Landy FORD on Park Street in Alameda and there is no word yet on the repair of my car stereo.

I called Paloma Sanchez-Guerra and she is having her own car troubles once again.
"If the car is repaired today I will come over tomorrow night," Paloma said.
That sounded 'promising'. Or is it merely 'questionable'?

I also called Cabine International Modeling and spoke to the owner, Gilbert. He asked me to come to his office in San Francisco at 5:30pm. I agreed.

After work in Downtown Oakland I took BART to San Francisco to meet with Gilbert Hernandez. He is Puerto Rican.

Funny...I just found this link of one his short-lived male models' career:
www.employees.org/~mlarsen/Cabine/

When I arrived at the Cabine International Office I saw Kevin Ward, Olga (Kevin's wife) and Gilbert. They were talking about marital bliss, marriage problems and the 'damned' mother-in-laws. Olga was practically in tears. It was amazingly dramatic and "real". How did I just happen to walk in and start to add my opinion about the marriage matters? It was an interesting visit to say the least. I suppose it was good for me because Gilbert was enthusiastic about me (or so I thought).
"You are very handsome and could easily be used as a 'commercial model'," Gilbert said with conviction.
It all sounded like a difficult process to me but a potential worthwhile adventure. We discussed other topics after Kevin and Olga had left the office. Gilbert told me about the time he almost committed suicide!
"I'm a Leo, born on August 23rd," he said. Or did he say August 28th?

I started to feel a little uncomfortable at his gestures and started to feel that he liked me just a little bit 'too much'. This isn't a good thing because the last thing I wanted to do is hurt the guy (suicide watch visions). I could be his confidant and friend though. Maybe he can bring about my five minutes of fame in life. It could prove fun and interesting...or at least worthy of looking further into his business operations.

Gilbert kept my snapshots.
"Please call me back tonight and we will talk more," he said.

I called him after I had called Leslie Fonseca. Leslie and I shared some general 'small talk'...nothing serious. When I called Gilbert he immediately said he would call me back in five minutes.

I am writing now as I wait for his return call.

He called back to invite me over for a drink tomorrow night (after work).
"Let's go dancing to the I-BEAM on Saturday night," he added.
The I-BEAM is the place that Paloma and I love to dance. I don't mind going with Gilbert but I want to know what the circumstances are with regard to taking hold of my so-called 'modeling venture'. Is he just trying to make a 'date' out of this? I want to see how far this will go.
"I want you to read this 'Love & Infatuation' poem. I really think you can use it," I said seriously.
I can't believe I talked to Gilbert on the phone until midnight. The experience was new to me. I just didn't know how to react to a lot of his flirtatious comments. He seems to be very attracted to me mentally and physically. I tend to read people well. I have no attraction for him whatsoever. Ugh. I would only be his friend/companion. What a hoot. Is this my entrance into Cabine International Models? How far I will get beyond this is unknown.
"You resemble Erik Estrada, most especially the smile," Gilbert said.

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