December 2021
I took a beta blocker thirty minutes ago because of penis.
I can’t forget I took that beta blocker.
Two drinks on a blocker sends me to sandbag, bodybag, paperweight and I can’t have that. I took a beta blocker because I have only seen one penis in the past three years. Frankly, I never really know how to react when I see a new penis. It feels like opening a birthday present in front of the gift giver. I don’t want to do it but I want to do it so badly. Don’t make me look the first time. But I have to. I want to.
The car he sent for me is descending the mountain, past the Canyon Country Store. He texts: “I’m at the table. Some friends are here.”
A funny, handsome, older actor/director/producer with a high Tomatometer score. He got to L.A. today and contacted me by phone.
“Do you want to meet at Chateau for dinner and hang at 7?”
The call for an impromptu dinner/hookup was not forecast but he is close enough to my house to say, yes.