Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Dear friends and readers, This is different from many of the stories you've seen me write. It is more or less true (names and places have been changed to protect ...well, ME). I had my first real boyfriend when I was 14, and a sophomore in high school. I began my diary. Told it more than just my dating quandaries, but filled with all sorts of teenage angst and melodramatics. (and looking back, I could be incredibly melodramatic). The diary ended about a month before my wedding, so I guess you really could call this the Dating Diary. Why post my pathetic diary? Easy. While I realize many of us write in fantasy, I'm tired of 14/16 year olds thinking like 30 year olds. Realism Folks! And what's more real than an actual diary? In some respects the writing sucks. I have changed nothing but actual names. Thought about elaborating, but then, you'd get my near 30 year brain in places it doesn't belong. This is what it is. The basics, however, still apply. This is my work, (for better or worse) is copyrighted by me, and no posting without my prior permission. Celeste's blow job principle is still in action guys. This may or may not include adult situations, so if you're not allowed to watch a nc-17 movie, scram. All others enjoy (or not *shrug *). ************************************************************************* Dating Diary 1989 Part 1 By Dryad Dear Diary, 1/2/89 Happy New Year! 12/30 I went to a party at Lianne's house. I talked with Josh some and played pictionary. Then freeze tag (joke; it was freezing out!) with Amanda, Beth, Mike, Seth and me. I talked with Seth for a while. Then Mike dumped men's cologne down my neck...and it burned my skin! I had fun anyway. Linc hired someone new. Her name is Dianne Chandler. Mom use to know her. She's really interested in Palms, Zodiac, and thinks like that-cool!. I really must go to bed now. I finished the first chapter in my book. I'm not going to do my report for Foreign Policy-I'm going to drop it if I can. If not, I'll fail it. It's not an important class anyway. G'night! Dear Diary, 1/8/89 Today is Sunday. I went to work today and yesterday. Not much is going on. I'm trying out for the play tomorrow. (wish me luck!) I'm going to fail FP. Its all right though. I didn't want to (well, I WANTED to, I just didn't care) because I'm not handing in my report. [Dryad note: this class was mostly seniors; and the teacher in his infinite wisdom wanted a 15 page paper, when all the other semester long social science classes were asking for 3-5 page papers. Retreat was the better part of valour] So unless I drop out well, .. I read the Scarlet Letter- I got a 10 out of 10 (I think) on my test. Tuesday's a half-day, so I'm working. I haven't done anymore on my story. If I make auditions-call-backs are on Wednesday. In French-the teacher told us there's a trip to Quebec and we would stay with host families. I'm trying to talk my parents into it-hah! I'll never see Quebec! It's $350. Now Mom and dad say I might not be able to get my car-because they don't want it added to their insurance. "I have to be 18 to have my own". Says their insurance company. I'm tired. Night! Dear Diary, 1/16/89 Well, I finally did convince my parents, but decided not to go. $350 is a lot of money. Anyway, I got called back Wed, but I didn't make it. I'm surprised, because I was told I did a good job- by many people-oh well! I still have my period- what a pain. I got a letter from Alicia today. It was neat. My life is dead-boring, that is, I need a vacation-mom laid into dad about not taking a vacation for 4 years! What a bummer. Gotta go! Dear Diary, 1/20/89 Life is okay. I got a 70 on my English exam. Then, I got an 80 for the marking period. So I got a 78 for the semester. A big doozy though, I got a 17 out of 70 on my algebra test. Booo! I'm getting a 64 in that class. Anyway, I now have $1052.46 in the bank. Yay! I'm proud of myself. I went shopping and bought a magenta cardigan sweater, a pink 10 button shirt, and 2 bathing suits. (and some earrings) One bathing suit is all black with a black and turquoise twisted belt. It comes up on the hip cut out on the back and has a crisscross shape in the front. So it is low cut. The other is higher cut on the hip, and straight on the top. The sides are cut out and the back is the same. It is green and gold. About an inch in the front and 3 in the back along the bottom seam is plain black. The earrings are gold and look like filigree. Lianne was surprised at the prices (the bathing suits I got on clearance for $5 each. And she paid $36 for one of hers!) I better go to bed now, I have to go to work to pay for all this in the morning! Dear Diary, 1/29/89 It is Sunday. My exams were so-so. I got a 93 on my CPR exam.; an 82 on my chemistry. I don't know what I got on my French, and I got a 57 on my Algebra. Boohoo. I skipped my foreign policy exam. I nearly got sick in work yesterday, so my check will be tiny. (I only worked 2 3/4 hrs) I came home and slept. (and slept and slept). Got some new clothes on Monday, a pair of lime green gypsy pants and a peach print button shirt. I cleaned out my clothes (it's about time) I got 2 large garbage bags of clothes to get rid of! Lianne and I had a long talk on the phone; an hour. I did some cross stitch; a dove. It came out okay. Psychology is going to be interesting. I watched this new show called "dolphin cove". It takes the place of "high mountain rangers". But it's still a decent show. I am trying to become a better part of society. ( I would say better myself, but to a certain extent, I was happy with myself, just not with what everyone thought of me.) new clothes, new personality, (to an extent) Josh is starting to bother me. He hurt me. They made up this word in English class; my name and "gross". I wanted to calmly stand up, walk over to his seat, slap him in the face and coolly walk out. And if he brings that word up again, I will (leave that is). I don't know if I could, but my dignity can only stand so much. Maybe instead I stand up and tell everyone who is laughing that if they can only get their laughs from other peoples expense, then they have no feelings and that it's would be a wonder that they world is around if people like them ruled the world. THEN walk out. I'm tired of making up arguments with people who aren't there. G'night. Dear Diary, 1/31/89 Today I sent out my income tax paper. I am soooo sore from aerobics yesterday; OUCH! I had a French quiz, which I think I did okay on. I am starting to copy over my English notebook which is turning out as an enormous task. (I'm up to the 3rd part out of 8 and they are the easiest. Oh, well. I'll get it caught up by the end of February. I hope. Oh, well, not much else, goodnight. Dear Diary, 2/15/89 I'm so sorry I haven't written in so long. I have sent Alicia a letter. I got an 80 in English, and 82 in Chemistry, and 88 (?) in CPR, a 70 in Gym (he gives 70's to everyone.) a 74 in French, (raised my grade 12 points!) Algebra a 64, and I failed foreign policy, of course. We have a student teacher in French. She's really sweet. I have started to work on the party scene of the Competition! [Dryad note: our area held play competitions between schools; this particular year, we did "Desire Under the Elms" by Eugene o' Neil] Also, I have been assigned, (yippee!) to property mistress! (Double yippee!) for "12 Angry Women" which I hear isn't going to well. (Oh, well) Oh, yes! We have a new employee at Linc's! Gorgeous 17-year-old Mark and he is THE most conceited arrogant, pompous ass you have ever met! He says a woman's place is in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant, a woman is the same thing as a slave and he said 15 year olds are babies. AUGH! Asked if he thought he was God's gift to women...he answered. "No, I know I am." Male chauvinist pig! Now he calls me "diapers" He said he's going to give me a box of pampers wrapped in a ribbon. I told Cole and he said I should have answered him, "Why are you expecting to get me pregnant?" What a fantastic comeback! I told Mark I don't get mad, I get even. Now, his most precious thing (next to himself of course) is his car. He told me if I touch it he'd break my face; ah well, it'd be worth it. I could sue for any serious damage. So far here's the list I have · Disconnect the battery cables · Write on his windshield with lipstick · Let the air out of his tires · Turn his lights on when he gets to work (it would kill the battery) · Put sugar in his gas tank · Lock his keys in his car · Put rocks in his gas tank · Put a potato in his exhaust · Toilet paper it, then wet it down · Rewire his starter [dryad note: yes, I can do that!] · Take off the distributor cap · Put peanut butter on the fan belts · Put water in the gas tank · Put shaving cream on his locks · Make him "lose" his keys. No permanent damage though, so that leaves out a few. Not bad. Gotta do homework now. P.S. Chris worships Mark-Disgusting! [Dryad note: Part 2 Should be more interesting!] Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003