Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Wednesday, July 23, 1975 In Which I cater to a male ego.

I have just catered to a male ego by losing a game. I wanted to win yet I wanted to lose more -- because I knew that Jeremy would be put down if he lost. I didn't let him win -- shear fate helped him win.

He is in the bathroom now -- he's just flushed the toilet. I'm going to have to stop.

So did I let him win or not? Either I did or didn't, cannot be both. I don't remember that game, but I do remember losing a checkers game to my cousin Jim once on purpose. It was unimportant to me and important to him, I suppose.