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To my mind, it was no different than having men friends, with the added enchantment of sex, like going to a ball game. However when sex is involved, it became my experience that things always got messy.
In those days I was making choices. I had been looking for a place to live. I remember checking out a place on Lincoln Avenue across from Golden Gate Park, with the room looking directly into the park. Seems like - wow great - but it was noisy with the street traffic. And then he was a teacher, of kids all day, and he didn't want to be around another kid at night.
In my search for a room, the experience that was the most fun was a room at Church Street and Twenty-Fourth, a big building there with the common green
and pale white trolleys running by. Don't remember how I heard of it. Went over and talked to a young guy, who would be a room mate. It was a large flat on the second floor. He was really nice and he liked me. I impressed him. But he said the room would be a sub-rental from a woman, and she would be doing the pick. He would put the good word in for me.
I had to go over one evening at around seven-thirty. I got there and about a dozen men were there - no women perspectives. We had to all sit on the kitchen floor while the woman of the house toyed with us, asking all sorts of silly questions and trying to get us to compete with each other, while she stood over us having the greatest time in out torment. She had a slightly chubby, but good looking face, was medium height, quite a bit buxom below - shoulder length hair. She reminded me of someone well-off from the suburbs, like southern California.
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