He Stood You Up

[image error] "Oscar Wilde was so in love with style that he never realized the danger of biting off more than he could chew. In other words, of putting up more style than his matter could carry. Wise kings wear shabby clothes, and leave the gold lace to the drum major."
-George Bernard Shaw
on "My Memories of Oscar Wilde"

Twenty-five years ago today:

July 1, 1986
Tuesday

Okay…Happy July! Ron Leoni called.
Ron screeched, "I tried calling you yesterday! Didn't you get my message?"
"Oh yes, I got it. Laverne at my office took the message and didn't give it to me until late in the day. I didn't call you back because I wanted to get out of there."
"Oh."

There is still no word from Pac Bell Directory about a job offer or new job offerings.

At lunch I bought a hot dog and took a walk to Union Square. It was a beautiful, hot day. I found it very relaxing.

After work I was pumped up to do my muscle motion aerobics videotape workout for an hour. I then skedaddled my way to the gym. Steve Green was there.
Steve asked, "Do you want to stop by and see George Jones tonight since he lives in Hayward now?"
I hesitated a moment and broke down to say, "Sure, okay."

Mark Landreth and his bro, Phil, were at the gym as well. I rapped with them for a while. They're getting buffed and in-shape while I feel I am lagging. I couldn't even concentrate on my workout.

I talked with Janette once again.

I waited in the gym parking-lot in my car for Steve to come out of the gym. Finally, Steve appeared.
Steve said, "You'll never guess what just happened."
"What?" I asked.
"I saw Mark and asked where you were. He says 'Oh—he stood you up'."
That was shocking!

Anyway, I followed Steve Green in his car to his home in Hayward. Scott, one of George's roommates was there in the hot tub area. George actually arrived and I felt very awkward. He looked shorter than I remembered. He was five foot seven inches, skinny and tan with bleached blond hair. The extent of his blondness surprised me. He was never that fake blond before. He didn't do anything for me as far as the physical attraction anymore. He had just come from Family Fitness Center. Ironically, that's where Chad goes to work out now. I stayed there for a while and I'm sure George felt a tad awkward to see me. The house they live in is very nice. Scott works for Pac Bell in Corporate Budgets as a manager. I wasn't overly impressed because I know he was hired off the street (as a newbie). Scott acts a bit like a know-it-all (who happens to resemble Christopher Reeves to a small degree). I don't think I overstayed my welcome. However, I did what I wanted to do. I saw George and I really needn't see him again. There's nothing there except maybe a loss of $187 or so that was never paid back to me.
I've been listening to Johnny Schaefer's song called ALWAYS and the more I hear it…the more I like it. I encouraged my mom to listen to it. She was impressed by it.

I ate some ham and peas while at mom's house and then I went home to my place. I received a 'hanger upper' (someone who telephones and hangs up as soon as one picks up the receiver to say HELLO). Of course, Greg Manachevitz called immediately afterward, leading me to believe he is the 'hanger upper'. Funny…

[image error] Sue Croce telephoned me yesterday. I meant to bring her telephone number to work so that I could call her during my break. I forgot.


Tomorrow is the day I go to Los Angeles—I guess.


Mike Miller telephoned.
Mike said, "There's going to be a picnic in Fremont on the 4th! You should come."
I said, "I don't think I'll be around."


I felt like taking a long drive to Los Angeles anyway. Ron and I may stop over in Laguna Beach, too. That would be ironic if I were to see George, Ric, and Steve there. I know they were planning on an LA weekend as well. If I do see them--'so what'.

"I should like to write a novel certainly; a novel that would be as lovely as a Persian carpet, and as unreal."
-Oscar Wilde
"The Picture of Dorian Gray"