April 22, 1991, 12:42am: A Diary Entry

Posted on December 12, 2009

I started dropping a lot more hints tonight on the phone. I was/am quite proud of myself. I kept saying how cute he is. Once he asked why. I think he wants to hear a nice compliment – just like I would want when I ask him why he calls me. (I can’t seem to write very well.) But I said that I didn’t know why, he just is. Now, he’s not stupid is he? No. If he doesn’t know by now that I like him then he must be dumb (could he be thinking about me the same way, I hope.) right? So wouldn’t he either stop talking to me so much so I would stay away. I mean, I’m not like his best friend who he has to talk to. He’s not the type to lead a gal on, I don’t think. (I totally lost my train of thought and I don’t think it would be right if I read what I just wrote.) It was so cute that he was very tired to I asked him if he wanted to go and he said no, pretty insistently too, for him anyway. He obviously likes to talk to me. He couldn’t just be calling to be nice for this long. I was thinking that maybe I’ve been heard to read also so he hasn’t known what to do. I have been practicing hiding the way I really feel for years. But once they get out there, there’s no keeping them back. So I’l try not to be so aloof – more down-to-earth. I think things are moving a little more quickly than they have been – now a snail’s pace instead of a stand-still. He has to like me – but I still want him to drop a hint so big that I will know for sure. There’s a bunch of stuff that factors – my imagination, the fact that when Maury (the fuckin’ asshole) asked him about me when we had first met he said he was just thinking of friends. Of course I really don’t think Henry would tell him the truth – he would of just said something to get him off his back. Henry is exactly the type who would say the opposite of what he felt for real. I just want to know for sure even though I must admit that though this is nerve-wracking, it is kind of fun I know that I will, eventually get him. I can see him over here …

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