October 31st, 1976
Gorgeous Sunday morning– sitting at a bus stop downtown waiting for the bus to take me to Alexandria to work for Kephart today. Getting out there today has become a phenomenal journey. The brakes on my car are almost gone again– so it’s sitting stranded on Lynn’s parking lot. I don’t have the cash to get the brakes fixed. So I walked to Georgetown to get the office keys from Rhonda– then all this waiting waiting for buses running on Sunday schedules.
Took the last of the diet pills Richard gave me. After three cups of coffee now my mind is whirring with visions of my life.
I have began, it seems, a long-distance romance with Mister Eddie R.– the man that Richard and I had sex with nearly two years ago when we had our first menage á trois. God knows what prompted me to call him. The abruptness of our encounter and the intensity with which I remember my attraction to him have caused romantic fantasies about him to linger for two years now. The first Christmas card after we met him we sent him a Christmas card. He telephoned us once to invite us to visit him anytime we were in Florida. And once this spring– the night Richard came to my apartment so upset after hitting the dog on the highway– Eddie called late at night while Richard was sleeping. Anyway, I called him and gave him my new telephone number, address, etc.– and renewed the usual cordial invitations: “any time you’re in town,”… I was, however, pretty direct in expressing to him how much I have thought about him. Then, about a week later he called me to tell me he was going on vacation for a week– in case I tried to get in touch with him. This time both of us were direct in our comments about how much we wanted to see each other. His flight was taking him through Roanoke, Virginia very briefly this morning. I called him last night at work with– I have to admit, the rather romantic if crazy idea that I drive to Roanoke to see him. The whole idea was too absurd. His stop in Roanoke was no more than 15-minute flight change and it would have been a 4-hour car trip for me. He called me at two in the morning and we decided it wasn’t a very practical idea. He said he would call me later while on vacation. He called me baby and the chemistry just between our voices on the phone have me hanging in sweet inner needs to see him.