[December, 1989] You Never Can Tell…
Dear Journal, My birthday party was rad! It was so cool. I got a bunch of neat stuff.
Vito C asked me out and I said, “no.” When I told Mitch he said “pretty good” and I wanted to know what that was supposed to mean but he just said “forget it.” Mitch wanted to take me out yesterday but he has the flu so he will take me out next Saturday.
I really think that Mitchell wants to go steady with me. I don’t know, but it’s so easy being with him. I feel so comfortable and not nervouse.
I have heard some bad things about Mitch but I will believe when I see it! If I see it! I can’t wait until our date!
I hope he kisses me! I have to admit that I think I’m falling in love. You never can tell can you?
So here I was, twelve years old, feeling unexpectedly sophisticated and popular, and navigating new dating waters. I don’t remember what the negative gossip surrounding Mitch was, but I do know I didn’t bother to get details or ask Mitch about his bad reputation directly. Why bother with common sense when I could let my emotions rule? What’s the worst that could happen. As for Vito, while telling Mitch about him have been smart in that it made me seem desired by other guys, I wonder whether it also made me a little too available and eager to commit after one date because I was so quick to say no to another prospect. I wouldn’t have gone out with Vito regardless, but this may have shifted the balance of power a little more in Mitch’s favor.
I’m still not sure exactly what Mitch meant when he said “pretty good.” Was he complimenting my feminine wiles at being able to lure two suitors in a short space of time? Was he impressed that it was Vito? Was he pleased that I confided in him and showed him such loyalty early on? You never can tell…