I was getting this really bad case of horniness, but when we went upstairs to watch soap operas, I chickened out. We talked all around the subject but I couldn’t find the words to ask her to sleep with me.
With one breath, I blew out the 21 candles on the cake Mom bought. Well, I’ve reached my majority. There were times when I never thought I’d make it.
I started a conversation with their friend Vito, whom I’d never seen around before. For some reason, I blurted out, “My ex-girlfriend is getting married today.” “I’ve heard that line before from guys in bars,” Vito said.
The three of us went home at 5:30 PM, stopping off at Carvel’s. While we were eating ice cream in the car, I looked at Avis and I found myself with an erection. I find the whole situation at once natural and ludicrous.
Dr. Wouk said I should tell Avis I want to sleep with her. I’m afraid she’d laugh embarrassedly, and then we couldn’t be friends anymore.
I had just gotten back to the vestibule and stopped to talk to Elayne, who was giving me her caustic opinion on Shelli and Jerry’s engagement when suddenly a melee erupted inside and I heard Ira yell, “He’s stealing the ballots!!”
After Debbie came over and kissed me, I sat with her for an hour on the grass. She pointed out her boyfriend, who was walking, shirtless, hand in hand with some girl.
Mike thought the blacks came off really hostile toward us, but Leon – who’s older than the rest of us – said it went better than any black-white meeting he’d been to on campus. I guess now I know a little about how the lone black kids in my classes feel.
Last night at the Foursome, I told Debbie that this was the happiest time of my life, and in a way, that’s true – but I wonder if “happiness” is ever the end of anything.
Driving through Prospect Park this evening, I saw Jay walking to his place. I stopped for a minute and watched him. I really admire Jay; “coming out” must take a lot of courage.