March 9, 2007

• weird

  I had a dream last night that Will and I were somewhere with a group of people, somehow stranded overnight, and a bunch of us had all crashed to sleep together in our clothes, all kind of in a heap.  Next to Will was a nice young woman to whom he was clearly attracted, and in fact he stayed up all night talking to her, which did not permit me to sleep and made me upset.  At one point, I embraced him, and he threw me off.  The next morning, we were about to leave, and he followed this woman into a bathroom where she was showering, and came out naked and with a hard-on.  I left without him.

  This morning, Will called me from St. Vincent’s Hospital.  The street elevator to his basement storage space at home had given way with him on it, and he broke his thigh.  But the real reason he was calling was that he wanted me to go into his office, find a copy of Screw under his desk, and call a hooker to cancel his appointment on Monday.  I did it, but, you know, that’s it for me. 

  I guess this means no convention, but even if somehow we can go, it’s over with him and me.  That’s all.

  Though I should add that hearing him sounding so weak and hurt, I did automatically say “Love you” at the end of the call (which I had sworn never to tell him again), and he replied, “Me, too,” which was a new one on me.  Apparently it’s something he just plain doesn’t say.

  And I don’t know if it’s really all over, but I’m not happy about being asked to call his ho to cancel an appointment, especially since he told me recently that he wasn’t using pros.

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