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Sandwiches | May 08 2003

I had a date today. We bought sandwiches and ate them in the park and talked. Then I came home and looked at a picture of my ex-girlfriend and cried. The chair, I noticed, rattled because of the way I was shaking. This proved so distracting that I got up and walked over to my bed and cried there.

This reminds of something that happened when I was masturbating recently. In the middle of coming, I realized that I needed to clear my throat. I realized this because I wanted to sigh in a certain way, with my throat, only it was clear that I needed to clear out some phlegm first. Suffice it to say, that orgasm sucked. Because I couldn’t decide, while coming, to “waste” a second or two clearing my throat or to hold myself back from sighing. I chose the latter, then cleared my throat like mad once it was over.

My date asked what it’s like knowing that so many people know so many intimate things about you because of your writing. I said I try not to think about it.