I went to Conneticut a day after Valentine's day with G to visit J and his family. He had had a lot to celebrate in his life such as his marriage, his baby who was born last summer and the new house the family moved into. To top it all off, my beloved G was a day past of a birthday boy; his birthday was V day. How handy it was to remember!

J used to live with us in Brooklyn before he married up in reverse of the conventional inter-class method to this psychiatrist, who pays the whole househould expenses in addition to J's tuition for his grad program in the local institution. How pleased I am to learn that he found the awsome and perfect mate that even brought his awatited son to the world, on top of putting bread and way some more on the table. Besides she cannot wait to have another baby. Jeese, I said secretly to myself when I discovered how wonderful their new house J's parents in law bought them, where J practically was idling away or babysitting when their live-in Polish nanny was not around. The rest of the times, he occasionally goes out for class that does not meet often or heads out to the local library that he has got his major income from, which obviously seemed very meager when it is compared to his wife's income as a MD.

J was no different than the time I knew him in my neighborhood;

he has got this habit that I actually do not know how to put, but it almost like a speech defect for mumbling that makes our communication always very difficult. In a way, it is very frustrating when you still try to understand him and be understood by him. In this travel, I remember only people who have given up communication can only accept him and the state we inevitably fall in. That is what people call friendship. I could say this behavioral problem was partly attribted to his long term alcoholism and drug abuse, but now that he is apart from either of them, I just assume that is his make up, MO, or chronicle state, which might be even another charm of him to women. I was reminded how he was popular among women even though he was a disastrous man to have around when any kind of commitment involved. Ironically, seeing his perfect MD wife being very nice and smitten bewildered me and made me question what possibly could be so wrong with this perfect MD who seemed to be not only so competent but also beautiful, too. Couldn't she recognize how bad this match was? J was almost like a criminal figure to people who knew him back then. It was just that his being 'bad' never discouraged people to like him. By the end of this trip, G helped me understand they were working well; it seems it takes a lot more than what I see to understand what people want when it comes to mating that even I myself tried so briefly, half jokingly but the rest, seriously, that did not outlast even for the time J's wife's pregnancy. J's wife's strikingly composed manner reminded me of how things could be different when you are away from the city life where you could get easily sucked up by a problem that comes one after another. 

Now the only concern G and I still have is that J's peculiar fixation, or attraction I'd say, to 'youth' in general that we constantly observed.

When we had a tour in the gorgeous house to get a slice of the good and stable suburban atmosphere, J introduced a plain view of the backyard where we remotely faced another house in distance. I knew what he was implying just by saying, 'This is the window.'

Once he called G up in a total excitement to report what he could see from the window. He was almost agitated to describe how well he could see a teenage girl naked in her dressing or undressing moment off guard in her room.

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