Richard Grayson
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Early May, 1973
Vito kissed me hello, then asked, “Do you ever feel embarrassed by me?” No, I told him, pretty much honestly.
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Late April, 1973
Last night with Mrs. Ehrlich, I realized that I like to be busy all the time and to have things structured, so I won’t have time to think. I suppose I’ve been having sexual feelings and fantasies that are disturbing to me.
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Mid-April, 1973
My graduation’s on June 5, one day after I turn 22. Looking over the form to send away for tickets, Mom said, “I’d never have thought you could do it – not after that first day.”
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Early April, 1973
In the car, Costas said he was talking to Melvin the other day about how Ronna and I were “a perfect couple”; that’s not true, but it’s nice that people see us that way.
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Late March, 1973
Stacy said I “performed like a good masculine specimen,” whatever that means, and kissed me on the forehead, leaving me to close up her office, as she had to meet another subject for her experiment.
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Mid-March, 1973
Elspeth was visibly upset; I think she’s afraid – once again – that she’s pregnant. As Scott said, “Three strikes and you’re out.” Does she keep doing this to get the attention?
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary From Early March, 1973
We were eating Deaf Smith peanut butter sandwiches in the kitchen when she suddenly turned to me and said, “You know I love you, don’t you?” I just nodded, but it sort of freaked me out to hear her say it for the first time.
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Late February, 1973
I guess I now feel differently than I did a couple of years ago: a quiet, homey, blue jeans and bacon-and-eggs kind of love is much preferable to stormy, highly intense passion.
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Early February, 1973
We straightened the whole thing out without bitter words or crying. I told her I’m not the same person I was, that she isn’t Shelli, that I’m not Ivan, and either we’re honest with each other or not.
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Late January, 1973
She smelled of Noxzema, which was nice, and she let me caress her bare breasts, and we tickled each other. Slowly we’re exploring each other, our minds as well as our bodies.
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Early January, 1973
I find her amazingly passionate. We were in the middle of something, and I said, “Wow, quiet little Ronna, who would have thought?” and she stopped and looked at me and smiled and kissed me again.
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Late December, 1972
It was midnight, and December, and the beach was dark and deserted and the waves were crashing onto the shore. We walked and then stopped to kiss, after which I said, “I love you.” She said, “It’s been so hard to be without you lately.”
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Mid-December, 1972
Ronna and I went to Prof. Schlissel’s showing of “The Grapes of Wrath.” It was really beautiful, and in the dark I got enough courage to put my arm on Ronna’s soft shoulder. I felt shy and sexually aroused at the same time.
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Early December, 1972
At 21, after over six years of psychotherapy, I will begin with my fourth therapist. I don’t consider therapy, as some of my friends do, a crutch. It really has helped me. It will be scary, starting over with a new therapist, but it’s also exciting.
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Late November, 1972
I told her about my emotional problems and she started to tell me about how she had this need, and maybe still does, to touch everything she sees that she likes, so she’ll have at least some kind of permanence. At that moment I loved her. . .
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Early November, 1972
I felt that talking and listening to the other guys in the group was helpful. Skip said something to me that sort of shocked me. “You’re just as promiscuous as I am,” he said. “Just not sexually.”
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Late October, 1972
I went down to the Kingsman office and learned from Ronna that Henry Kissinger announced on TV that a Vietnam peace settlement was only a week away: a ceasefire, withdrawal, return of POWs. Nancy said, “Shouldn’t we be dancing in the streets, like at the end of World War II?”
A 21-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From Mid-October, 1972
We had a fascinating discussion about the upper class. When I mentioned Mary McCarthy’s “The Group” as a novel about a group of Vassar girls, Bart said I should say “women,” not “girls”: “You wouldn’t say ‘Harvard boys,’ would you?”