TJ 2010 - Part 3 of 5

[I am back working through my prison journal. It is out of order… Well, the order is as I have opened boxes. The date in the title is the date it was written. I hope this is not confusing. What you are reading is what you get for your tax dollars. 

This is a long, long piece written while I was in pretrial detention but is not actually notes about pretrial detention. I quite preposterously labeled it as autobiography. However, the first 36 pages are missing, and so are the years 1978–May 1982. sch 5/4/2026] 

Then I met Phyliss and did something stupid. For the longest time, I could not even mention her name for my shame, but leaving her out will render what follows inaccurate.  And it is not like my earlier embarrassments are not now wholly overwhelmed by my crimes.

Phyliss was the new and only waitress on my shift. Thing began with her when she sat in one of the bar stools and asked me for a neck rub. While I stood behind her massaging her neck, she slipped her hands towards me and began massaging my privates. Her reaction created a reaction she liked and I did not dislike. After the shit hit the fan, I said to a friend, “I was tossed a football. Was I supposed to do? Drop it?”  (The correct answer to the last question is "Yes”).

I think we were together no more than three times. It was purely about sex. Phyliss was getting a divorce or was recently divorced. (Too much time has gone by; all I have is a fleeting memory of a husband no longer on the scene.) She lacked TJ's body, being shorter, smaller, and a bit less firm. Her conversation was limited to the trivial and inane, contrasting harshly with TJ's intelligence. She thought my apartment would look so much better with a velvet painting of Elvis sums up her tastes. All she had going for her was her sexual aggressiveness, of which she had plenty. The last time we were together, she spent most of the night and left me incapable of sex with anyone for a few days. I never sought her out afterward. Never seeing her again seemed like a good thing. 

 TJ confronted me about Phyliss. Being mortified by the time we had spent together, thinking I had insulted TJ, I lied. Thereby, only postponing trouble.

We had now made it to the late summer of 1984. We were engaged again. I was bound for law school. The Islande became The Bull and Brew and then went out of business. TJ took a job at another Muncie bar. I had moved to Greentown at Dad's request, but I got down to Muncie as often as possible. It was understood we would marry the next year.

Phyliss came to work at the same bar as TJ.Phyliss let TJ know exactly what she and I had done. When confronted by TJ, I made an unwelcome confession.

[Continued in TJ 2010 - Part 4 of 5. sch 5/4/26.]