”What are you thinking?” said Glenn to Garin.
“I was just thinking I’d like to take time off from work and go up to the snow.”
“Do you ski?”
“No. Everyone I know who’s gone skiing has broken something. I used to love to sled.”
“What else are you thinking?”
“It’s blank. I’m not thinking anything.”
“The wind blows right through, hm?”
“What are you thinking about?”
I said: “You.”
Garin and I went to the beach today — Salmon Creek. Mom says they are going to be closing [the] old favorite parking lot but they haven’t yet. The weather was gorgeous. No fog. We got there early — elevenish and the beach was actually warm for a couple hours. A brisk wind from the ocean became quite chill on the way back to the car but the sun was still comfortable. …
Garin claims he was badly hurt during the affair with David W. … These people who say they are so hurt by a previous relationship that they … [w]on’t … jump into anything — … seem to jump [pretty fast] when they find Mr. Beautiful.
As I remember it, the wind off the ocean was so sharp and cold that it drilled into my ear and brought on a headache, which eventually turned into a migraine, probably one of my more memorable if only for the poetry of it. Garin and I did not go out on another date.