Year Two

She made every attempt bless her soul, to fix me-up. But I was interested until I wasn't, always some reason not quite conscious. Great-woman Agea - she sure-did try. And she was gorgeous, better-looking Taurus, stubborn, talk straight-out, very Italian Mona Lisa like.

At one point Ford, his girl friend I think, and I went in Ford's VW, out to visit a friend of someone's, which may have been in the Sierras some-place east of San Francisco; or at least it was pretty wildernessy. These people, a young-couple, both very attractive, lived in a small house or possibly one of what was formally a summer rental cottage. We stayed up late probably a Saturday night, maybe some-dope, maybe some beer, maybe some wine; all sitting-around the kitchen table. The host wore earrings, and it was probably that he was bi. His girl-friend or wife, went to bed earlier than the rest of us. Seemed to me at some point, past-midnight he began to make a play for me. I was thinking OK, I like the woman and would love that, but don't know about this whatever it was. Would it be just him, or the both of them ?

Not that I hadn't fantasized about sex with men. I remember it was a particular preoccupation when I was in the army in Greece, when something was necessary to relieve the necessity of sexual urge. Why mostly - only while there, I have no idea. Of course there was not even a remote possibility of my having a girl-friend. I was too emotionally immature. Many of the soldiers had Greek girlfriends, some of them prostitutes, something the brass particularly discouraged; especially if it were to come to marriage.

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