Life is wonderful!!! I wrote that on our message board by the telephone a few days ago. Jon erased the 'wonder' claiming that life is just full. I disagree. Strongly. And guess who has made my life into such heavenly bliss. Melissa Aubin...
She's wonderful, and she's gorgeous. I'm starting to get taste! Well, I've always had taste, I've just never known how to get what I've wanted. I would love to be back in high school with my attitude now. It would be a fucking blast! Well, there's never a better time to make your life into a fucking blast than today. And that's exactly what I'm trying to do!!! I'm in the happy-go-lucky mood where I just want to go out and get drunk tonight. Chris has a four-keg party that we're going to hit tonight. Well anyway, back to Ms. Wonderful. I asked her on a breakfast date for this morning on Tuesday. Her one class for today was cancelled which meant she had to get up and ready just for me. She looked good, too. I walked to the ATM this morning and withdrew ten bucks from my account so that I could pay for our breakfasts. I've learned a lot recently on setting priorities about what I spend my money on, and she definitely is worth it.
In class the other day, we were doing group work, and once again, we were partners. One of the questions that she had to ask me was, 'Will you give me money?' I answered positively, like assigned, but then laughed and told her no, I wouldn't. She laughed and said that, 'Now there's the Dan I know!' I was flustered because we've never been in a position that she could assume that from. Except for the morning when we practiced our dialogues at breakfast. I just saw that as a business meeting and besides, I didn't have the money to pay for her bagel. I later hoped that she wouldn't think that I asked her to breakfast just so that I could prove her wrong, which is definitely wrong. I guess I'm somewhat paranoid about such things. Anyway, we both ordered a fried egg with bacon and cheese on an biscuit, and drinks. I noticed that she had her money on her tray. Just as I had planned earlier, I walked quickly to make sure that I was ahead of her in line. I motioned to the cashier to ring up both of our meals, very suave.
I don't quite know how to put the next part. She seemed taken a bit off guard and then asked if I was paying for hers, with a somewhat hopeful yet appreciative tone. I told her that it was me who asked her to breakfast, thus I was paying. The older black lady cashier suddenly broke in and told Melissa not to complain, which she wasn't, that I was paying for her breakfast, and then she was telling me how sweet I was. It was funny and worked very well
We spent over an hour and fifteen minutes eating breakfast and just talking about everything. We had a really good talk about Skeeter's and why it's a place of evil yet still you will always end up back there again. It was funny. I walked home with her afterwards, and we passed by Jon on the way. He says she's short, but compared to me anybody's short. I had a really good time and have something to brag about now. If it weren't for that damn boyfriend of hers...
I received a letter in the mail from Abby yesterday that was quite interesting:
Abigail Noren
October 19, 1992
Dan, (you arrogant bastard!)
Today is Monday. the day after I suppose one could call it. In some ways I feel guilty about having sex with you. Not because I feel obligated to David or I think I should feel obligated to you. I think it's because I did it without asking you first how you would feel about it. I very much enjoyed sex with you because you are attractive to me, and you have a great personality. (Don't get an ego now!) I would again should the chance be available. But for the foreseeable future I'm going to stay with David. I can't have a relationship with someone all of the way in Gainesville. That's not in my self interest.
I don't think I would call myself promiscuous. Slightly Hedonistic maybe, but not really bad. I just feel that sex is like any other activity. Indulge if you enjoy it, but don't get addicted. I avoid that. I was addicted to food for a long time. Food can be every bit as bad for you as drugs are. I don't want you to think I'm getting tired of david or anything. I just think I can't limit myself to one person. I suppose if you lived here in Tampa and went to USF, I might leave david, but I don't really know for sure. I just don't know what I'd do. Probably go nuts. I do like you. Maybe I'm just confused and messed up in the head or neurotic. Whichever, I will miss you a lot while I'm here and you're there.
So that's it. This is my confession, dated this 19th day of october, 1992.
PS - You do realize why I insisted on the condom? Always remember that, no matter who you're with, you can get in to some seriously deep shit that even you can't BS your way out of. Don't mess around with sex. Be responsible. End of moralizing.
Truly, Abby
Nov. 4, 1992
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A new month, a new president. So, what's going on in your life now? Sorry again that i missed you on your last visit. Call before you come back and we'll plan an afternoon, perhaps a movie?
David has been insanely jealous lately. Don't know why. I asked him a week ago if he wanted to go easy for a while and date other people. He got upset and said I was saying that because i went to the beach with you. Untrue. I was just curious what he would say. I don't want to date anyone else. (nothing against you.)
I'm sitting here listening to a guitar/rock version of War of the Worlds on the radio. I taped it years ago & then lost it. Kind of interesting. Bizarre at least. the Moody Blues did most of the music. Hmm.
Anyway, here are some pics of me. They're from Robinson's prom. I went with this guy Shawn Toso. He lived on base at Nacdill. I look kind of chunky in these pictures. I always photograph fat looking. If I get more recent pics, I'll send some.
Please do write me back. Besides you owe me a list of priors. You promised, remember.
Abby
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