fragments of the days

Based on rereading my journals from 1987 through 1990:

* (re: love life)The name I couldn't remember anything about turns out to be a duplicate.

* I was/am a trusting fool when it comes to romance and sex.

* I was/am a complete idiot when it comes to distinguishing emotional vampires from friends in need.

* I forgive people over and over for violating my trust, and go to great lengths to explain why I feel it has been violated, and am inevitably told that I am too harsh and judgmental when I finally say, "That's it -- no more chances."

Recent life:

* Sour cherry "martinis" -- it is NOT a freaking martini, just because it's served in a martini glass! End of discussion -- can be pleasant, particularly when accompanied by articulate companionship.

* Next time, it's my turn to explore.

* Zane Massey is brilliant.

* People who call me at 10:30 at night on a holiday weekend, and expect me to be able to adapt my plans to theirs the following day, are fools.

* People who call me to ask about sex toy stores, and then snigger on the phone, because it's such a tacky/weird/freaky thing that I actually know the addresses of the best ones in the city, should not be surprised when I stop talking with them.


Possible elaborations on some of these fragments to follow.