I am supposed to have a date with Dale tonight, the man I tricked with the night that John stood me up. Actually, this will be about our fifth attempt at an evening together in the past month. He travels a great deal, and the dates we have made have all been broken due to various circumstances. I think we both want to see each other again– but not passionately. I almost dread going. When I got home tonight the phone was ringing– I didn’t answer. A few minutes later it rang again. I need a minute to sit here in my bathrobe and sip a beer and wonder if I really want to go out tonight. Perhaps he will not call back…

He just called. Dinner planned at an Afghanistan restaurant in Georgetown. There is a knot in my stomach. I will tell John that I am having dinner with an old friend that I used to work with…

Great hysterics last night and today. I will write more later. It seems Richard has been dating Hugh, John’s roommate, and found it necessary to call John last night and identify himself as Larry’s ex-lover; and pleaded with John not to tell me about the phone call. I went into a blind drunken rage that lasted half the night with violent telephone threats on his person. Vicious screaming threats. It has left me ravaged today.

More later– now I must get ready.