Ah, that’s interesting. I would have guessed mostly the same. I suppose you just feel familiar, somehow. Maybe it is because of our similar upbringings. Was your father a fisherman?
I don’t think you are bad now. It must have been meaningful for your father to have someone who understood him.
Undoubtedly that is why. And he was not, my father worked on container ships. Mostly the Alaska route, until the end. Do you know your father’s profession? I assume he also worked on the water.
You don’t need to say this. I don’t remember how we even got to this topic. […] I left one of my CD cases in my house. Each CD is titled but you won’t know what’s in it. Why don’t you pick one and I’ll lend you my Discman again. It will be an experiment.
Remarkable. Maybe he crossed paths with my father. He was a commercial fisherman, at least while he lived on Kamchatka. But he moved back to Korea when I was a baby and I am not sure what he does now.
That sounds nice. What sort of data are you attempting to collect?
[...] An odd choice on your part. Either you are (sub)consciously drawn to the idea of travel ("drive") or you are just flipping through my CD case for emphasized things. I am getting up soon, so I will leave my Discman on your front porch. Or my front porch, I should say.
(The Spot was a place I liked to sit in Green Lake Park. Nothing especially salacious. I made this playlist specifically to last me the entire drive at night if I took the long way and all my usual detours.)
Oh, no. I was very consciously drawn to the idea of a 'spot,' which I had been hopeful was a makeout spot so that I could glean something about your game. Interesting that you would describe it as not especially salacious though...
Anyway, thank you. For everything. I hope you have a lovely day, John.
Oh. Well yes, I have had intimate encounters there. Not an ideal place, because while it is easy enough to hide that you are drinking in your car, you will then have to drive back slightly buzzed or else wait until the alcohol has worn off. One time myself and my intimacy acquaintance waited for 45 minutes in complete silence after I received a handjob. A deeply sobering experience, in more ways than one. And then—
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I don’t think you are bad now. It must have been meaningful for your father to have someone who understood him.
DM, 10/23, early morning
You don’t need to say this. I don’t remember how we even got to this topic. […] I left one of my CD cases in my house. Each CD is titled but you won’t know what’s in it. Why don’t you pick one and I’ll lend you my Discman again. It will be an experiment.
DM, 10/23, early morning
That sounds nice. What sort of data are you attempting to collect?
DM, 10/23, early morning
Any and all. There is much to be learned from basic preferences.
DM, 10/23, early morning
DM, 10/23, early morning
DM, 10/23, early morning
DM, 10/23, early morning
(The Spot was a place I liked to sit in Green Lake Park. Nothing especially salacious. I made this playlist specifically to last me the entire drive at night if I took the long way and all my usual detours.)
DM, 10/23, early morning
Anyway, thank you. For everything. I hope you have a lovely day, John.
DM, 10/23, early morning
Oh. Well yes, I have had intimate encounters there. Not an ideal place, because while it is easy enough to hide that you are drinking in your car, you will then have to drive back slightly buzzed or else wait until the alcohol has worn off. One time myself and my intimacy acquaintance waited for 45 minutes in complete silence after I received a handjob. A deeply sobering experience, in more ways than one. And then—
Ah. You are saying goodbye.
A lovely day to you as well.