Wednesday, May 6, 1998

I haven't really told Evan that these pages exist yet. I've told him that I keep a diary, but I haven't mentioned that one version of it is read by dozens of strangers, some of whom send me mail about it.

I think he'd take it pretty well. I think it might be interesting for him to see the road I traveled to get to the point of meeting him, maybe read about the two guys I've dated in the last year, written as it happened.

I'll think about it.

There are several things I should probably tell him about. Yes, everyone, it's gotten to That Time In The Relationship, where you both start dumping your whole life stories on each other. The three-week confessional, where you tell each other more stories than you ever will all the rest of the time you know each other. I don't feel a really large push to tell him a lot of things, because I feel like I've already told the stories, but then I realize that I've told you these stories, not him.

It's probably easier just to show him these pages.


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