November 3rd, 1978

Grouchy frantic day. Now I am waiting for John to arrive. We are going out for dinner. A cute young man just came to the door and took our order to have “Metro Cable” installed in the house (a television service that allows you to receive 30-some stations around the country.) He was high school/early college age– curly hair and an athlete’s body. He was also very friendly and I wanted to seduce him. Images from pornographic films floated through my consciousness as he asked me questions to complete the order form. I answered as I stared at the enormous bulge in his corduroy pants. Alas, I had no time…