Last night and the night before, Paul called to go have a bit to eat. Wednesday night we went to Hillsboro Beach, a place I had never been, had some dinner, talked and, walked out on the pier. It was windy and the waves high and rough. Paul was still upset about his freaky, female neighbor who kicked in his front door.

Last night we had dinner again with the addition of another of his friends, who happens to be a student on my university campus. I asked him the days and times of his classes so that I might go find him between classes. Anyway, after dinner we went bowling. I haven’t been bowling in years! The two lesbians playing next to us were engaging in a spit swapping contest, something I’m not fond of. I just do not like such public displays hetero or homo couples. If you’re in a gay bar that’s one thing (which I still don’t like) but, in a public place, that’s just crude. Paul’s friend thought it was hot. Jeeeze.