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Continued…
I saw Peter yesterday and it was all very boring. I don’t know what I expected. He apologized for everything and said he’s glad we’ve been able to move on from that and remain friends. He values me that way. Whatever. What he should have said was this:
I’ll mess around with you when I’m getting ready to leave the country – but not when I’m gonna be living just an hour away and you can stalk me and things.
I mean, it’s not like I’m looking for a relationship or anything. Seriously. Who needs that. I just want him to spend the nights with me because that’s when I get homesick.
He told me about this Dutch model he’s late in love with – behind the back of his long suffering girlfriend. His long suffering girlfriend is this really rich chic who lives in London. I’ve never met her but I did meet two girls he cheated on her with. One from Canada who liked to take photos of herself looking through trees ala Jack Nicholson in The Shining; and one from Brazil who always went on about how many men wanted her and how Peter was lucky to have her. He didn’t keep her long.
23 August 1998
