May 20th, 1977

I was supposed to go Richard’s tonight “for drinks.” Meaning we both had gotten very sentimental over our phone conversation the other day and wanted to spend an evening together. I just called and he has other plans which he said he’d forgotten about. Cutting friends’ hair and going out for dinner. He invited me to go along. I am tired and weary and somewhat relieved that now I don’t have to do anything this evening.

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Jeff called me at work this morning. We met for coffee later. Old Jeff. My first fling at romance after Richard. Who brought me back to life again sexually after I had finally perished with Richard. One night of passion that we never managed to repeat and I walked around with a throbbing heart. Oh well, those were the days when I could still fall in love. Those were the days when I could fantasize about being loved. We’ve made plans for Monday night. I look forward to a good fuck.