I’d called L. on Friday (?) because I had some little snippet of words in my head that I couldn’t quite remember and I thought he might. He didn’t return my call until yesterday, then we played phone tag until he finally won and I actually recognised the number. It’s been probably eight years since the last time I talked to him, but I’d no more than heard his voice before it may as well have been yesterday. He’s still his same old self; quirky and opinionated, but fiercely intelligent and very good-natured. Now that I think of it, we’ve known each other since we were twelve or thirteen years old, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard him say anything more than “sort of bad” about anyone. Oh, and apparently, Chris C. isn’t gay at all. Someone outed him (over something that had happened at a party, but I wasn’t there) in our senior year, and I didn’t think about it beyond, “Oh, he’s gay, is he? ‘Kay.” All these years, I’d assumed he was, but L. says not. I guess it’s a good thing that I’ve never run into C. at any time over the years because I’m sure I would’ve been embarrassed if I’d asked him about his boyfriend. Eek. Anyway, I kept L. on the phone long after he should have been in bed and I should have, too, but I’m still going to call him tomorrow (’cause I don’t pay for long distance). This time, I may actually let him get a word in edgewise. Heh.

P.S. He still remembers, “A vision in leather”. Jeezus. I remembered, but stuff like that always stays in my head. I didn’t mind his having said it at all–perfectly all right–but I’d fervently hoped no one else heard it. 😆