I was reading through his old journal entries earlier, all the ones from last year when he flew to California to visit Melaine, his then-beloved. They remind me of visits I've planned to make to others in the past that never ended up happening. His visit to me is a little different, in that it happened quicklyit had to, because July is almost the only time of year when my workplace will ever grant me any decent stretch of vacation timeso we didn't really spend very long desperately longing for it before it actually happened. This could be a good thing or a bad thing but mostly I think it's neither: it's just a different thing.
I like him awfully much. He's a dear sweet thoroughly adorable creature, he's the absolute prettiest thing I've ever seen, and he's someone I'd be proud to call a friend. I'm not sure where it's leading or even really what exactly it is right now, but whatever it is, I find it decidedly pleasant. I'd like to keep him aroundif not geographically, which doesn't look particularly possible at the moment, then at least as some kind of meaningful long-distance presence. He is a good Jeremy.
I took him to the grocery store yesterday. He was wearing a shirt that said "Contraception: It's PREVENTION, Period!" which provoked comments. It's been a long time since I did anything in public that provoked comments. Well, I guess my Abbie Hoffman bumper sticker ("You measure democracy by the freedom it gives its dissidents, not the freedom it gives its assimilated conformists") provoked comments a few months ago, but aside from that . . . Possibly I should try making more of an effort in that direction again.
Conversational highlights from the past few days:
Jeremy: [referring to my cysts] "I like them. They make me happy. I need to look into getting some of my own, in strategic locations."
Jeremy: I'm a big fan of living alone.
Me: Me too. I'm surprised, actually, that having you here hasn't bothered me. I thought it would be harder to . . . endure.
Jeremy: Yeah, it helps that you're, like, not at all . . . annoying.
Me: [pats his head]