Just before they got to Kings Plaza, Ronna felt guilty and Corey got angry – “just the way Ivan did,” she said. (Apparently I get angry in a somewhat different way.)
I’m confused; being bisexual may be the hardest thing. If I was completely gay, I could move into that world – yes, with some difficulty, but I’ve seen other guys do it.
We were talking over dinner, me with my vegetable cutlet and Ronna with her proto-steak, and suddenly, looking at her, I had the odd but not unpleasant feeling that we were on our first date.
Sharon looked really well for a girl who’d had a very difficult Caesarean childbirth the day before. With her red hair, freckles, dressed in a pink nightgown, she looked positively beautiful.
I feel very sensual on beaches, but Ronna is a bit leery about public embraces. Still, with the hot sun and everyone walking around half-nude, one can’t help thinking of sex.
Scott struck up a conversation with a girl who turned out to be a model who poses nude for confession magazines. That night they saw “Last Tango”; the next, he slept over her house. But he says she’s slow-moving and he thinks she’s a down freak.
A young guy about 18 said, “You two sound married.” Just then Jerry was walking down the steps next to us and he said to the kid, “Can’t you see they look too happy together to be married?”
I told her I was hurt that she takes my hand away from her crotch when I put it inside her pants and that she never touches my penis. It’s something I’d been thinking for a while and it felt good to finally verbalize it.
Though Susan keeps telling Ronna that we’ll get married, we both know that will never happen. But relationships don’t have to permanent to be successful, do they?
Vito kissed me hello, then asked, “Do you ever feel embarrassed by me?” No, I told him, pretty much honestly.