September 9th, 1980

Last Wednesday night I went to the Snake Pit for “Meet A Man” night. Rain into Bill and his entourage. They had good cocaine and we kept locking ourselves in the women’s bathroom and snorting it all night. I start cruising this number who reminds me of Kurt Barlow; that masculine intellectual type. I don’t move in too soon though, I’m having too much fun with my friends. The evening wanes; I do not. Finally I approach him– he has been patient with my Southern Bell cruises all night, as I flip around flirting all night. He is bright and good humored and butch. I like him. We cruise like crazy and finally he invites me home. We come back to my house for me to get clothes for work– and drive to his newly bought condo deep in the heart of Virginia.