Diary Thursdays - Part 5

Wednesday, January 3, 1990, 12 years old

There's this boy in my science class who likes me and he asked me to “go” with him. Now, you have to understand the meaning of “going with someone.” Actually, I'm not even sure what it means. I think you just go around saying that you go with this person but you don't really do anything. His name is Noah and I've never spoken to him in my life. In fact, he sent his friend over to ask me if I would go with him and I said “Sure, I guess.” But I don't know if he was really serious because he still hasn't said a word to me.

Funny how my dating life hasn't really changed all that much over time. Oh wait, not funny, sad.