Monday September 17, 1990
I am rushing along in a flood of words. I'm quite happy right now because I have someone to talk to. It's Jenny, the new teacher at Beppu University that my friend Jeanne brought to my Twin Peaks party a week ago Saturday. Since then, I've bicycled the 15 minutes up the hill to Beppu University 3 times and she's come down twice and we spent all this weekend together.
All we do is talk and eat. Her mother is Iranian, and Jenny has the most enchanting, exotic looks. She's 25, very tall and thin, with a face like Joan Baez. She is just over being a student and her head and her talk are full of the books she read in college and the ideas she discussed there. I feel quite ignorant and mundane in comparison. But I have some patina of life experience and she seems full of wonder at my worldly wisdom. So we just go on and on talking. We've swapped the stories of our sordid love affairs; we talk as if we've known each other for years. It seems too wonderful that after a year of loneliness here and my recent trying experiences with Chris's (and now Liz's) impenetrableness, that in the span of a month, I should meet such a kindred spirits.
Posted by M Sinclair Stevens
September 17, 1990
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All we do is talk and eat and take baths together.