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August 11th, 1981
Stretched across my futon luxuriating in the air conditioning. David came to visit tonight. I am functioning in a state of awed disbelief. He simply cannot be true. He is the most beautiful man I have ever met. His face is perfect– strong, dark features. A broad forehead, eyes shaded by thick handsome eyebrows– eyes that are both bright and brooding. An aquiline nose, a beautiful thick mouth that can tease and pout and smile all at once. His chin is dimpled. His hair is sort of dark and radiant against his face. His body is beautifully toned– covered with thick curly black hair. His chest is a mat of black hair, and his shoulders and back are covered with hair. And his voice is that of an angel. He’s sweet and innocent and oh how it pisses me off that my descriptive abilities seem stunted with hyperbolic cliche. I am completely in love with this man (and yes, I know at my age it’s ridiculous to claim love after three dates). I simply cannot hold these feelings for him in check. I feel that my Higher Power has finally answered all my prayers. David is the embodiment of all my needs and desires.
Tomorrow night I spend the night with him.
Tonight he laid his perfect head on my chest and said, “Now I know what they mean by peace.”