1:47 AM

9:13 AM

I just couldn’t write lat night.  Lord have mercy.  It happened.  Well, not it but close.  It was after they played – pretty hot show – and we were on our way home.  I was sitting in the middle of the big truck with Henry and Dave on either side of me.  And Dave made the move on me – NOT.  Sorry, joke I thought was particularly funny – don’t ask me why.  So we (Henry and I, of course) were holding hands and he put his and in y lap.  He started to get real busy and eventually got his hand in my pans (with my belt buckled and fly up – don’t ask me how).  then he put my hand in his pants!  But I don’t think I knew what I was doing.  Actually I know I didn’t know what I was doing but I think he could tell.  He wasn’t that big.  Well actually it felt kind of small.  But it’s not the size of the wave, it’s the motion of the ocean.  That’s what they all say but they say but they don’t mean it.  Then again my closest frame of reference is Dan and according to Laura (who I hear is staying longer in San Francisco) who would know about guys says he’s very big – like out of the ordinary big.  Oh and the whole time he was driving and Dave was on the other side of me.  That was the most embarrassing ’cause he said something about my breathing.  Henry has such soft arms – the skin.  I think I should tell him I didn’t don’t know what I was doing so he doesn’t think I thought I did and I’m just terribly bad.  During the show I kept staring at him but this scary dyke chick with a mohawk, a tattoo on the side of her head, her nose pierced in the middle, and a cammoflague [sic] jacket with studs thought I was looking at her so she kept turning around to look at me but as I continued to look past her, she realized I was looking at Henry – a male of the species. Oh.  I have to got to work and then tomorrow I get to sunbathe.

Henry –

I want to see you but not only because of sex.  That confirmed everything I wanted to know but I’ve always wanted to see you more often than we do.  Maybe now I’m willing to tell you because you’ve gotten in too.  I’m not saying anything like spending all free time together or – shit.  I want to be able to tell you I want to see you and I like you without worrying if you feel the same way.  I don’t want to play any games and I don’t want there to be any need for lies.  Dont you like kissing?  Do you think I’m a good kisser?

Tags: Diary, sexy?, SF love

Categories: Diary

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