Sensuous

27 February — Saturday

I wonder what Bill looks like. Attractive, athletic. I don’t know if he’s tall or short, young or old for his age. He is divorced and his ex-wife was fat. I am not fat, nor am I under eighteen or over forty.

Is he handsome? Does he have long hair? Is he bald? Does he have a beard?

I see men on the street and wonder if they might be Bill. Pointless musing.

The man who spoke to me at the concert was no more than thirty-five at the outside. So he couldn’t have been Bill.

Today is Saturday, and has twice the usual number of hours in it. And tomorrow is Sunday and the last day of the month. Next year will be leap year with an extra February day to endure.

I hate all weekends, and month ends most of all.