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May 23rd, 1977
The house got put together yesterday. Furniture situated. Nice feeling for the dump to look at least partially livable. Last night, Jim stopped by, had a beer and couldn’t believe the transformation the apartment.
Don also stopped by with his current steady, a guy named Wayne. Don says the apartment in his building may be available sooner than I thought. I’ve stopped fretting. I am content and snug here in Mary’s apartment.
Gregg goes to Connecticut this weekend to get his furniture and will move into his new apartment when he returns. Meanwhile, Jim moves in next Monday. Lots of activity.
Late last night I went to the Country Club and met a very intriguing guy. Just my type sexually. Supposed to call me tomorrow night. We’ll see. I’ve stopped getting my feelings mixed up with my sexuality. I’m smarter than that. We’ll see.
Jeff stood me up again tonight. Technically. He called to apologize. First day on his new job today and he said his father had asked him out to dinner. No problem– some other night I say. He’s done this so many times. Tonight I felt a certain relief. He’s not my type. My infatuation with him was short-lived and came at a desperate time in my life when I didn’t have a type.
My new-found independence and self contentment continue to amaze me.