So I have deleted my photo.
It always surprises me how little I disclose to people, especially when I think of what they share with me. The other night, a friend told me she'd been trying for weeks, without success, to have an orgasm. I know someone who has a massage parlor/happy ending habit. My 17 year old cousin got a blow job in the fitting room of a JC Penney in Glendale. My ex's new girlfriend was a virgin (at 30!) when they met (this knowledge I would pay a pretty penny not to have because this makes me think my ex has no standards). I know someone who has to do everything in multiples of four (the optimum number being 16). I am fascinated by the things people do and how they live and I want to know everything.
I just realized almost everything I listed has to do with sex.
Saw CC yesterday. She is in the west coast with her family. When she returns, someone is throwing her a party. I have no idea how one is supposed to celebrate under the circumstances. She is getting a double mastectomy in a few weeks. When we were saying goodbye, we both began to cry. I wished I could be the kind of person who could come up with some positive aphorism but that is where I come up short. All I could do was cry and I felt like I had failed CC in some way.
On my way home from work today, a beautiful girl got on the train at 103rd Street. She belted out an old Donna Summer song called Radio. She sang so well I considered staying on the train just to keep listening even after we arrived at my destination. I gave her five bucks. I don't money to anyone on the subway so that was a first.
Today is an anniversary. Or close to the day anyway.
NO TEARS.
I even forgot about it. I was tired at work, didn't sleep well so I couldn't concentrate. But other than than, not much else to report.
No tears!
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