May 12, 2018
Journal Entry
What an interesting, fascinating week, full of wonderfully unexpected and uplifting things!
I met Terri a couple of weeks ago at Limbo, a new hole in the wall bar a block away. She's my age, a single career woman. We connected on Facebook, and she took me to Mexican food on Tuesday. After, we went to Tuesday night burlesque at Limbo. We had so much fun!
After the show, she left, and I stayed. I quite by accident found myself up at the bar, standing between two young men from London, here doing a documentary. Of all places, Louisville, Kentucky. Life is so so interesting! Serendipitous!
We talked at length about the differences between England and the States, healthcare, politics, prejudice, race relations, and so on. The Limbo closed down around 2, so we Ubered to The Back Door, open until 4.
Algernon, the older of the two, is a newlywed in his early 30s. Earnest, 28, is single. Quite a successful young man, the social media manager for a very large international corporation. I envy him. Not only his youth, but his early career success. I can't help but wish I were there, back there, with my career unfolding before me, and the only thing up ahead sure success. I'm so happy for him. Happy to have met this young man, so carefree, so lovely, so open, so vibrant and so full of possibility and future. I smiled so much and so hard. I felt young. The young gift me back my youth.
After close, we Ubered back to my building. I sent Algernon back to his hotel. He was by far the drunkest, having fallen asleep at the bar. But I pretty much forced poor Earnest to come up to my apartment. He was drunk so his defenses were down, he let me lead him about with only a little protest. I promised him my intentions were honorable. I promised him over and over I would do nothing, I would not take advantage. All I wanted was a bit more time with him. More time to soak up the essence of him. He was captivating, enchanting.
We talked some more. I knew Earnest had to leave soon, go back to the hotel, and then be off to work, so I urged him to take off his clothes and lay down. I told him to make room for me, that I'd lay next to him, clothes on. I sat at my desk and we continued to talk as he sat on the edge of the bed in his boxers, the sheet pulled over his lap. I remember looking at that and thinking, "The poor guy thinks I'm going to attack him!"
After a while, in his heavy accent clouded with alcohol so I could barely make it out, he asked, "Why don't you show me?"
"Show you what?"
"Show me," he said again, gesturing towards his lap.
"Show you head?"
"Yes."
