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Date: Tue, 26 Aug 1997
Subject: Dry Spell
 

Dear diary,

It seems as though recently I have been going through somewhat of a dry spell regarding the dating scene.  No matter what I do, things just never seem to work out.  I also have to admit that I have not really tried very hard; got so many other things going on y’know?  One thing that I’ve stopped doing, which I should pick up again, is the infamous act of pursuit.  I just seem to have gotten lazy in this area.  Actually, so lazy to the extent that I’ve decided to allow services to perform that adventurous task for me…oh, and what a terrific journey it is.  There’s only one problem with doing so – the quality is, how you say, not so high.  Hmmmm… maybe I have great expectations? I don’t think so.  Here are two situations that have haunted me lately:

[97-08-12] Tuesday, for the practical fun of things, my friend Alexander Bonomo and I attended a dating class offered by the City of Rochester.  Yes, you’ve read this right – a dating class.  There were two separate classes offered; one for the men, and one for the women.  And as an addition to this, on Sundays at Webster Park, the men and women meet at…. 6:45AM – 8:00AM.  You read that right, that’s early… freakin’ early.  Anyway, the class was weird to begin with, Alex and I showed up, and wouldn’t you know it, the attendees of the class were, you guessed it, Alex and I.  That’s it.  Oh well.  They told us that there were about 12 women attending on the Sunday meeting.  Wow.  I figured that we were going to clean house.  Well, Saturday eventually came around and Alex and I hung out that night and each turned in early figuring we were going to go romping the next day.  We even turned down a double date for that Saturday night, cause we were so excited.  Anyway, I accidentally overslept the next morning, but Alex was able to make it.  He called me later that morning and woke me. He reported that it was awful.  There was just another guy who anonymously appeared, and another girl.  And, they were the psycho types.  I hung up the phone and went back to sleep.

[97-08-22] Friday, I was invited to a single’s dance in Fairport with a few friends.  Well, I went.  I opened the doors for my friends, Anne and company, and followed them in.  To my surprise, I looked around the room and felt so young that I wanted to crawl back into my diapers.  I looked and looked.  And, when I was done looking, I looked some more. I didn’t want to walk out of this place empty handed, but due to the extreme exhaustion, I was finally set on giving up.  I rejoined with the group of friends that I arrived with. Anne and I walked up to the bar to get a couple of drinks and kitty corner to where I was standing was this mysterious woman that stared at me; and seemed close to my age.  At first, I thought it was a painting.  I think I even did one of those body shift things, and the eyes followed me.  I shook my head and looked again, she gazed back.  This was amazing.  She must have been the youngest person there beside me.  We held our gazes for a long moment.  Anne saw this primal transaction take place and excused herself graciously.  Finally, I gathered up enough courage, walked over, and asked this mystery woman to dance.  A slow song was starting to play as we walked onto the dance floor.  “How appropriate,” I thought to myself.  We talked about assorted matters and the conversation finally shifted to age.  It was obvious when she hinted to me that she wanted to know how old I was.  I confidently stated, “Thirty,” and she looked very disappointed.  Unconfidently, I continued, “…and a half.”  It was good for a laugh.

Till next time,
Peter

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