I awoke again this morning, took a shower, had some tea, went to get some video’s, lit a fire for warmth and settled down to wait for an old friend, Harem1, to arrive. I like talking with her to see where she is at in her life. She has a very interesting life that is so rare these days and ages. We live in an age of circuit boards and video enhancements; life happens on the picture tube and not around us.
I keep smelling Harem4 or is it just the scent of sex? Most the day and night consisted of talking with Harem1 about life, self-destruction, self-preservation, and the future. It was good to see her and talk with her. Then Job arrived and we went to eat at Ruby’s and she departed on her way home. Job, upon entering, said I could not have planned this better. Harem4 out of town and Harem1 over. I see what he thinks me capable of. I told him that I am happy with Harem4. Harem1 had come over expecting sex; according to Job. I enjoyed the conversation much more than I would have the sex. I still do wish her the best. I can do without sex but give me conversation.