The ‘platonic friendship’ (possible or
not) is slowly developing. He came over—even brought a pizza. We laughed,
played video games, and then I went to bed. I won’t say that there wasn’t
sexual tension…it could have shattered glass. Maybe even Plexiglas. I can’t say
that I didn’t attempt to suggest myself, but then I realized the futility in
the long run of such a task. This is the wrong time for us. We’ve already tried
twice. One must learn. Experience can’t just be the anthem of the loser. How
about putting it to some use?