It’s funny, though: there’s such a difference between being with all men, as I was during the day, and being with women this evening. Men – most straight men, anyway – are such clods. Women, on the other hand, have spunk; they know how to laugh and relate.
“It’s strange,” Sean writes, “every day I find myself wanting to call and talk to you. Then I remember you’re far, far away in another galaxy called New York.”
In an hour in midtown Manhattan you can see hundreds of people who you’re attracted to, at least two dozen genuine nut cases, and thousands of faceless hordes.
At College Avenue we stopped in our cars and I shouted out the window: “I’ll always love you!” “I love you,” Sean said back, quietly. And we waved goodbye to one another. This is one relationship I’ll never forget: a near-perfect love affair with a boy thirteen years younger.
Between kisses, he handed me a birthday card with a poem that began I wondered what kind of present I could give / To somebody interesting like you and ended with I’ll start with a hug then I’ll throw you on the rug / And we can finish your present on the floor. Well, actually in his waterbed.
Sean took my hand as soon as the lights went down and we held hands throughout the film. It was so sweet, to be at a movie with a boyfriend.
We joked around a lot in bed. I like to tease Sean and he comes right back. One thing that is always great about our sex is that we’re constantly laughing and playful. It’s that intimacy that I value even more than the sex. I think Sean must like me if he keeps coming back.
We started out on the floor and somehow we ended up in bed. There was a lot of kissing and hugging, and it was very tender and gentle. Sean was so sweet. The first time should be special and this one was. . . Do I feel different? No. I feel more of a man, if anything.
I can’t believe it. Sean just left. Here he was in my apartment, the guy I’ve been fantasizing about. . . Okay: now I’m sure that Sean likes me. I told him I give my books only to people I really like. Damn it, I wish I could express myself better and I hope he can see in my eyes how I feel about him.
Candy definitely has a chip on her shoulder, a very quick temper, and a scatterbrained attitude. And yet she’s brave and independent and tenacious. I felt affection for her – and lust, too. Erections kept popping up all day (and they must have been noticeable under my running shorts).