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laughed while he said, "God, how tacky?" He asked me if I had a car and he went to get his. We drove to his place. He was out of it and has a lover to be faithful to, but the lover has a wife so John just wants someone to sleep with. I'm your man I said. And after a little tactful maneuvering we were in bed. He was great muscular and hard, with a pretty big cock. A Seattle Prep guy. He was very nice to me, eventually breaking down and being close.

Incidentally, Shelly's Leg burned after a tank truck overturned on the viaduct, so it was not open. I went out to the Arboretum. It just was not the same place. Muddy, cloudy, with walls standing, and no foliage anywhere on the branches. Very desolate. Not the happy fun place I knew last summer.

I also spent some time recently convincing myself that I spent Jan-Mar well and that it was good to go the [royaling?] route.

I am very much looking