11:05 p.m. - September 15, 2004
Today I ate lunch under a tree, sitting on damp lawn Indian-style and watched two women practice assembling a tent. Pet a dog that licked my face, chatted amicably with the woman from the agency that I wish were single, were she not so happy as a newlywed. Making friends is inordinately difficult that the ease with which I feel comfortable joking with her and showing her my silly side, not to mention wanting to know her as a person spins my head. The Race of Those Who Know Joseph, an immediate connection, a recognition of an invisible sign in the eyes. I think she was going to ask if I am gay but didn't; the (male) secretary at the agency has mentioned to her several times now that's he's interested in me. I laughed and felt okay with ambigious sexuality. It must have been the sun.