September 4, 2019
He’ll want to know this information: the bombing scene in Zero Dark Thirty, we’re being social. This is a meet that a man would have requested to see me, and they arranged it at a restaurant. I met with other women (women) I worked with and we exchanged Christmas presents. However, the meet this man wanted to see was me with another man. To be see dating. To see me dating. Out with men, as I wanted to be, as it was so very obvious that is what I wanted.
I did on other occasions have lunch with a man a few times after my shift. He was in his early twenties, or just eighteen, he was awfully young, so the age difference did not allow for any conversation to be romantic in any way. I was nearly thirty, I was not looking for a boy-man, I needed a man-man, still do.
The bombing of the bus, in Zero Dark Thirty, says, reads, the movie, Speed, Speed says, California, and the location of the bombing tells me there were English who were working, or cooperating, or involved somehow with me, and my work, who were not straight, or Americans working in UK offices. Because I can see and brain-know the origin of a message all the way back to the original person. So, if a straight person was asked by a gay person to tell me something, especially at my workplace, it will be read on me.