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 15,
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 other enjoy (or
not *shrug *).
Dating Diary 1988
By Dryad
Dear Diary, 10/20/88
I am starting this diary to tell everything. To people, I can’t
be perfectly honest and not hurt them, but to you I will tell
everything.
I guess the reason I started this was because I have a
boyfriend. Chris Carpenter. He doesn’t want me telling my
friends everything about what we do and I have trouble doing
that, so I figured I could tell you instead of my friends.
Well, lets see, where do I begin? The beginning, of course. I
was in work on 9/24/88 on Saturday. I had offered sex to a boy
in my algebra class and ended up telling him what a fool I made
of myself—then I go around and ask him! And when he said no, I
dared him to call home and stay later in work. Still, I was
confused. Why would he say no? Sure, I’m no great prize, but not
many girls are willing to do that!
I realized that I had lost respect for myself and that I was
tired of being me., which I told him when he asked why I
offered. The next weekend, I got his phone number and called
him to ask him if he liked me or now (boy, was I really that
daring?) It was lucky though, because he said he did.
The next Saturday, he came over my house after work. It was a
dreary, rainy day, but we went out anyway. We walked down to the
pond and from there, I brought him to my field. Its on Castle’s
old property, with a thicket in the corner, next to the stream,
and a pine tree in the center. I got a scare, we found the
skeleton of a deer near the thicket. All this time, he hadn’t
kissed me and it bothered me. We went to the clubhouse from
there, and just sat down. Finally I said, “I’ve got something
I want you do to.? He answered “what?” and I said back softly,
almost pleadingly, “Kiss me?”
He leaned over and gave me a kiss, then we sat there and French
kissed for nearly a half an hour! We went back to the house
until he had to leave. We worked Monday and every time we had
to go to the upper greenhouse, we stopped for a few seconds to
kiss. During lunch break, we thought Lance had left, we went
into the chicken coops and out to see the geese. He was working
in the greenhouse, we left really quick. We went down around
the west greenhouse in back where no one could see and spent a
while there. Arlene was sleeping when we got back!
The next Saturday was surprising. We didn’t get together that
weekend, but we had kissed during a 15 minute break for over 20
minutes! Now I’m up to Wednesday. U had gone over his house. Boy
is it beautiful, especially the balcony overlooking the living
room. We went for a walk in back of his house, and ended up in
this cornfield. At one side there was a gravel pit. We sat on
the edge for awhile talking and kissing. Then where he scorched
the grass (long story) then on a log near the edge. (we were
trying to make our way back) then on some hay in the field. When
we were here, he told me he liked my hair long. I was glad. I
forgot to add the Saturday Arlene was there, he told me he
…End of the part1. To be continued..
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