Sunday, April 26, 1981
It is now 3:30 a.m. and I’m not able sleep. I can’t stop thinking about last Sunday, which was Easter, so I thought I would get up and write about it.
Jesse was changing into his bellmen’s uniform when I entered the locker room on Saturday before work. He was in a chatty mood and said the rash had disappeared.
“I have an idea. How about if you come home with me tonight and then tomorrow, we can spend Easter together?”
What a surprise! I accepted.
Easter was delightful. We walked the dogs to the Village and had brunch on The Patio. After eating, we walked back to Jesse’s apartment and got high while drinking beer on the roof. It was a warm sunny day and since we were both slightly sweating, we took showers before leaving for work.
That was a week ago. Our first night of sleeping together since the night we partied at The Saint. Tonight, while we were in line at the cafeteria, Gerald the server commented that he constantly sees us together.
“That’s because we’re both the same age and from Colorado and worked together at another job.” Jesse explained.
I wanted to add that we are compatible, sleep together now and then, and enjoy each other’s company. Instead, I smiled. Don’t want to upset the apple cart.
After work, we smoked a few joints in Central Park and then walked to a nearby diner for a bite to eat.
P.S. Earlier this week, Jesse invited me to accompany him to his parent’s house in May to celebrate our birthdays.
“Oh, that sounds great, but I’m not sure about a trip to Colorado.”
“We’re not going to Colorado. They live in Connecticut, remember? We can rent a car.”
I forgot that his parents lived in Connecticut. We talk so much about being from Colorado. As I recall, on the first night we met he told me his parents had moved.