well, this is pushing it of course, but when he does, well, by that time if things have gone as well as they can sometimes when both people are ready and available for it and what have you — when the timing’s right, that old standby — I think I’d want one too. All that too. Yes, I’d really like that: living with someone, a second marriage and first child. I don’t want to wait much longer. I’m at an age where I’ve got to begin thinking I can’t afford to. That the baby can’t afford to wait much longer too. No, things happen like this. This is how they really happen. You go to a party you don’t especially want to and certainly don’t have the time to, but you go and maybe you do actually want to but you most definitely don’t have the time to, or you do have the time, maybe an hour, not much but enough to have a good time at the party or get a feel of it and what you’ll miss by leaving early or what you’re glad you’ll miss, but you meet someone you at first don’t want to, though that isn’t what happened to me, and even if he does act a bit odd at first — when you first speak to him, not when you first see him — well, that can show shyness and reserve, but you’re often a bit shy, reserved and nervous yourself, though you weren’t when you met him, so, well so what, you meet someone briefly, you’re somewhat attracted to him in a strange way you can’t quite explain and you give him your phone number or let him know how to get it, all of which is normal, and you see him again for a drink or coffee and if it still feels good and goes well between you you see him again and again and then what do you know but you’re in bed with him, which shouldn’t come as a surprise with a man you’ve seen three times since you first met him and whom you’ve been continually and maybe even increasingly attracted to, and all that’s very nice, you like to sleep with a man you like to sleep with but not one you think might just want to sleep with you once or twice, so all that’s quite normal too. In fact all that is great, just great, what you want and said for a long time you’ve wanted. Or you even, or rather he even kisses you as he leaves the apartment the second time you see him since the party, and your apartment of course, he couldn’t be leaving you in his. But he could if he was going out for something he or you or you both thought one or the other of you or you both needed — a bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, a bar of soap or roll of toilet paper — but this happens as he’s leaving your apartment for the night, so your apartment that second time you see him since the party, which probably was for dinner at a neighborhood restaurant — your neighborhood, his, no real difference — he picked you up at your apartment or you met him at his or some outside place like one of those neighborhood restaurants, but he escorted you home — and then he’s gone, you’ve kissed and he’s gone and you know something’s happened between you but you don’t know what or you do, you know what’s happened but you can’t quite explain what or you can and you look forward to the next time you see him which just a few minutes ago you arranged, and then almost before you know anything else the next time and which you sort of expected or knew would happen he’s in bed with you and it’s quick, the two of you getting into your bed or his is quick, for you invited him to your apartment for dinner or he invited you for dinner to his, so maybe you didn’t finish dinner or you did and getting into bed wasn’t that quick, and you drank wine with it, maybe too much wine, but you didn’t have the dessert you or he bought or made or got from either of your mothers or you did, you ate everything, appetizer if you had one and main course and side dish or dishes and salad and dessert and even these little cheese or quiche things with your pre-dinner drinks, and you drank nearly everything also, hard liquor drinks before and wine with dinner and brandy after or just a bottle of wine or two before, during and after dinner if neither of you that night wanted hard drinks, and then you’re kissing for the first time since the last time at your door, and holding hands and squeezing and rubbing fingers and he runs his free hand up your back or whatever he does and you run your free hand along his side or whatever you do and he says “Is it all right if we go to bed?” or you say “Why don’t we just go to bed?” or “take off our clothes and go to bed?” or just “go to bed?” for it’s much more exciting the first time taking off the other’s clothes in bed and you do, or neither of you says anything, you just take his hand if you don’t already hold it or he does that with you or you or he points a free hand or a head and you both go to your or his bed and you’re in bed that third time you meet since the party and next time you see each other or even the next morning if one or the other of you stayed overnight and no reason why you or he shouldn’t, since I don’t like, and not many times have I been in bed with someone for any other reason, when I’m in bed with someone I really like and have to leave it early the next morning and especially after the first night or he feels he has to leave mine, but anyway — without even a brief breakfast or just toast and coffee I mean — but anyway, next time you’re with him, either the next time you meet or the very next morning after you wake up together or when you’re having that first breakfast, you know there are going to be some problems with the relationship, there always are, so that’s no real problem, but that it’s going to be a long-lasting one — how long? well, maybe, no, it’s impossible to say — and a good one too. No, these things happen, they have happened, with me with my ex-husband and later with several men including my ex-husband who I thought might be my second, and I wonder if it hasn’t started to happen with this man too. I suppose I should just wait and find out and if it does, of course just wait and find out, but if it does prove to have happened or just happens, simple as that, well, all to the good. So far it seems okay. I’ll call Diana tomorrow or the next day if she doesn’t call me, but what will I say? First of all, since she has had a number of involvements with men I never knew of till they were over with, “Just how friendly are you with this man?” No, I’ll save that for later if it doesn’t come out in our conversation one way or the other or she doesn’t volunteer. If it comes out she’s seeing him now or had been and is still a little to a lot serious about him or it isn’t quite over with but is getting there and my seeing him would hurt her or compromise our friendship or complicate their breakup further or the situation between them in any way, I won’t see him till that’s completely over with or resolved in her mind and maybe not even after that, depending on how he acted to her if he was the one who broke it up or just in their relationship. But if none of that comes out I’ll say I met a man at her party, “You know who, one at the door just before I left, and he said he’d call, hasn’t yet, not that I’m worried he won’t, he doesn’t he doesn’t and it’s quite possible he had a change of mind, though it didn’t seem he would, but if he does, call I mean, what can you tell me about him, I’m of course talking about Daniel Krin, and if he calls you about me I won’t feel put off in the least if you keep our call just between us, though don’t hesitate to tell me of his if you wish, because for the brief time I said ‘Hello, got to go,’ he seemed okay.” If she says don’t go near him, he’s a flirt, worse, wants to slip it up every third skirt, even worse, mean and periodically very strange and even deranged, and that’s not just hearsay, dear, what will I do? If I ask why she thinks he’s strange and possibly deranged and mean, since being a flirt and so on about skirts could be interpreted several ways and if it’s just that he likes women and sex with them more than most men, that might make him even more recommendable to me, and she gives good reasons for everything else she said, well, Diana’s proven to be no liar and fool, so I’d take her word. But if it’s just that he’s an unreliable or moody person, for example, or occasionally acts half his age but not in an endearing way, or he’s temperamental, weak, cheap, petty, insincere and so on. No backbone — haven’t heard that one for a while, nor “cold as ice.” Solemn, introverted, old-maidish — flip-flops from this project to that. Finishes most of what he starts but has to know beforehand what almost everyone else seems to know afterwards that although all his works or the ones I’ve read or scanned, since I have only known him for a few months, are worthwhile to a degree and done competently, none are that dislodging or completing or advancing to make them important or exciting in even a tiny way. What am I saying? you could say. That he never shoots for anything monumental in the themes and authors he selects so he can at least wind up with something relatively original and big. Has brains and good intentions to spare, I’m not saying no, but also considerable self-defeatism. But, to finish up with him, since you did ask, didn’t you? he sometimes lives like an indigent too, which, if you’re a person like me who likes to split a check down the middle rather than feel called upon to pick it up, can put a hitch in your friendship. Not that he isn’t always clean and well fed and neatly dressed, though I suspect most of his clothes, even if I’ve nothing to base this on except their ampleness and style, come from his late father’s closets and drawers and much of his nourishment and even some of his income come from his mother, little as he’s said she has to live on herself. But maybe in this day and age, and excuse me for the cliché but this is only a phone conversation, of haywire mass-consumerism, if that is the right phrase, and imagine not being able to quote a simple cliché correctly or even quasily, and don’t tell me because I know I just did something not unconscionably but nonsensically wrong there neogeologically or what have you — and I honestly forgot that noun ending in ism with a hyphenless neo as its prefix for neo-words — he’s to be, and I hope you’re still able to follow me, congratulated and perhaps even emulated for living such a thrifty, stripped-down unupwardly mobile existence, if that last one, turned around a tad, is what they say. He does though have this awfully polished way of ticking people off who could do useful things for him if he’d only pay them the modicum of respect they think they deserve because of their professional status, pull and accomplished work, which leads me to believe he’s a mite jealous of other people’s success and their adeptness at living rather well off their teaching, reviewing, readings and books. But he says he’s plugging along on the project of his life now, but to me it sounds like another losing calling, so maybe things will improve appreciably for him the next few years. I hope so, because despite everything I might have said about him, I like the guy, so of course wish for him the best. As for your seeing him, and I care much less than you what gets back to him if you two do ever get close enough to confide and confess, he seems the type who has one affair after the next because, and I’ve a good idea what the reasons are but don’t think either of us has the time, he can’t sustain one for very long, and I’m referring to his affairs. Or else, or perhaps in addition to, he’s able to charm the pants off women at first if they don’t happen to be wearing skirts, and everyone should be permitted one poor joke per long phone call, though for all I know I might have succeeded there when while I was making it I thought it was bad, but can’t hold them because after a while they see straight through his delusions and the inadequacies I mentioned and know he doesn’t want a stable or permanent relationship. Having one would mean he’d have to change the kind of life he’s been used to for going on thirty adult years, which would put a damper or hamstring or even a diaper, and I’m sure that joke was bad, on all his excuses for the brevity of his affairs and his lack of professional success and other unhappy things. Now if you only want to go out with him once or twice because you’ve nothing better to do, I can’t see the harm. He can be very pleasant, appealing and entertaining, but don’t drag the evenings out too long. If Diana says some of that and at the end suggests I don’t see him but says nothing about him being mentally ill or socially or emotionally repulsive in any unmistakable way or a devastating combination of those defects, I’ll see him for a coffee or a drink. So far he seems reasonably interesting and okay. Not my ideal man in looks but not that hard to take. Besides, it’d only be for an hour or so one afternoon or night, and I also liked his smile. Maybe that more than anything, open and something else, and also his height, build and once he got over the jitters, his straightforwardness. But it’s way too early to be considering all this and I should do just what? Forget it for now or forever if he doesn’t call and definitely not call Diana unless he calls me and if he doesn’t, well, think about calling him. What would there be to lose? He could say no, I’m busy, engaged, about to be, lied and am actually married with child, have children, we do, two, three, she does but I’m her faithful live-in, I’m afraid I can’t see you because I’m this, I’m that, I’m the other thing, some new element recently arose in my life or just today or yes, I’m sorry I didn’t call, I was going to, this very moment in fact, you won’t believe this but I had my hand on the receiver just now and your number on my lips, receiver to my ear and had dialed the first five digits but forgot the sixth, phonebook open to Winburn, Windbreaker, Winermiss, was just running my finger down your phonebook page, so you could say that in a minute or so, but really now since that’s about how long we’ve been on the phone since you called, you would have heard my rings, now what do you say to that concatenation of events? I dialed you just before you rang but your line was busy, possibly because you were dialing me, now how about that for some kind of simultaneity of minds? I dialed you but hung up just before my call got through, if it would have which is to say if your line or even your exchange wasn’t tied up or momentarily on the fritz, because I thought you’d be out — I don’t know why, just something that popped to mind and seemed right at the time — and I can’t stand talking to anyone’s answering service, something I seem to have in common with half my acquaintances and friends including half the ones with that kind of service. Look, I couldn’t get myself to even fetch the phonebook to look up your name, though let me say straight off before you say anything more, if I haven’t already said it a dozen times, and of course I haven’t since this is the first time we’ve spoken since we met, first time unless you’ve kept since then a rigorous speechlessness, how much I wanted to open my phonebook and look up your number, wanted to dial you and have you answer, speak to you and ask if you’d like to go out with me and soon, and I’m not putting or trying to one over on you, but just thought that well, after my yelling out Diana’s window at you I felt, well, after my messages to your answering service that night I felt, well, even after we finished speaking on Diana’s landing and you went down the stairs I felt, well, but I had to be wrong, right? in what I thought you thought about me because here you are calling me unless it’s to tell me, and I don’t see how this can be so but you never know for if anything hasn’t happened to me once it doesn’t mean it won’t the next moment, not to call you, so what would you say — what I mean is you certainly didn’t call me to tell me not to call you, right? — so what would you say — and what am I now saying? — so what do you say I’m saying to seeing me for coffee or dinner or a drink, and how soon, since I’d love for it to be an hour or two from now or at the most tomorrow around noon. That’s what he could be thinking, she could be thinking. That’s what I at least hope she’s thinking or will. But I’m sure — not sure, but almost sure