The Saga of J.B. Part 2
09.07.04 (1:50 pm) [edit]
j.b. told me that his most recent girlfriend had been living in California, which is where he lived when they met. details were a little sketchy about that relationship, but he told me he decided to end the affair because she was unable to have children. he then told me she had phoned a couple of weeks prior to our lunch and informed him she'd be coming to the city that weekend (the weekend of the lunch date). he said she might well be there when he got home. he seemed to bitterly resent the fact that she sold her house in california and made a profit. once again, i was amazed and baffled.
i told him k. called me to let me know you died and how much i appreciated the fact that calling me with that news was very brave and very kind. j.b. asked if k. knew b.e. wasn't his father. i told him i knew b.e. knew, but i'd never asked about k. i just naturally assumed he knew because i can't imagine you withholding that information. the fact that j.b. was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis must have reminded you of the necessity for telling k. anyway, i said i decided a long time ago that if you wished for me to know, you'd tell me.
j.b. said he has no interest in taking a role in k.'s life. he acknowledged that b. raised him and, therefore, j.b. really has no right to intrude into that relationship. he also asked me to contact him should k. ever ask me about his birth father. i agreed to his request, knowing that scenario is highly unlikely.
at that point, lunch was over and, since j.b. didn't express any interest in how things are going for me, it was definitely time to leave. i told him i'd get in touch with him if i was able to find a job that seemed right for him. (i'm still interested in doing that, but i'll be damned if i can figure out what he's qualified for.) in a rather glum manner, he requested that i call him sometime. another disconnect. what the hell is that about? furthermore, i can't imagine why i'd wish to spend another couple of hours listening to him complain.
on a more positive note, i looked fabulous. i know this is very shallow, but i work very hard to maintain myself. in fact, i sometimes wish i could just send some photos of my butt around to all of my former boyfriends. it looks much better than it did when i was 20. i hope he passed that info on to e.u. j.b. is about as close to him as i care to get. i don't think i'm really ready to get together with any of the men i slept with 30 years ago. don't you think that would be just too weird?
enough already. please know that i tried to do what i thought you'd want me to do. j.b. wondered how i might find out whether you had a chance to tell k. about him. i have absolutely no intention of pursuing that information. i can't imagine anything more destructive.
Quote of the day:
“One can have no smaller or greater mastery than mastery of oneself.” Leonardo daVinci
i told him k. called me to let me know you died and how much i appreciated the fact that calling me with that news was very brave and very kind. j.b. asked if k. knew b.e. wasn't his father. i told him i knew b.e. knew, but i'd never asked about k. i just naturally assumed he knew because i can't imagine you withholding that information. the fact that j.b. was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis must have reminded you of the necessity for telling k. anyway, i said i decided a long time ago that if you wished for me to know, you'd tell me.
j.b. said he has no interest in taking a role in k.'s life. he acknowledged that b. raised him and, therefore, j.b. really has no right to intrude into that relationship. he also asked me to contact him should k. ever ask me about his birth father. i agreed to his request, knowing that scenario is highly unlikely.
at that point, lunch was over and, since j.b. didn't express any interest in how things are going for me, it was definitely time to leave. i told him i'd get in touch with him if i was able to find a job that seemed right for him. (i'm still interested in doing that, but i'll be damned if i can figure out what he's qualified for.) in a rather glum manner, he requested that i call him sometime. another disconnect. what the hell is that about? furthermore, i can't imagine why i'd wish to spend another couple of hours listening to him complain.
on a more positive note, i looked fabulous. i know this is very shallow, but i work very hard to maintain myself. in fact, i sometimes wish i could just send some photos of my butt around to all of my former boyfriends. it looks much better than it did when i was 20. i hope he passed that info on to e.u. j.b. is about as close to him as i care to get. i don't think i'm really ready to get together with any of the men i slept with 30 years ago. don't you think that would be just too weird?
enough already. please know that i tried to do what i thought you'd want me to do. j.b. wondered how i might find out whether you had a chance to tell k. about him. i have absolutely no intention of pursuing that information. i can't imagine anything more destructive.
Quote of the day:
“One can have no smaller or greater mastery than mastery of oneself.” Leonardo daVinci
