Saturday, June 8, 1996

Dear Diary-

School is finally OUT and summer is HERE!!!! I am no longer just a little freshman anymore. I have my learners’ permit, I’ll get my license soon and my hair has finally grown out. THANK GOODNESS…I seriously never thought this day would come.  Sooo…I’m kind of excited… I met a guy today! at Jasmine’s pool party!!! Of course Daddy tried to ruin it before I could even leave the house. Mom’s out of town and here I was ready to go – my sunkissed hair hanging long down my back, my cute black bikini with my matching tropical print sarong,, chic sunglasses and flip flops. I hear the horn honk and pop my head in to say bye to Dad and go hop in the car with Kelly and her older sister (she’s the only one with a license) and he FLIPS OUT and tells me to go put some clothes on.. Ummmmm HELLO!!!! I was going to a pool party. I was literally getting out of the car and heading straight for the pool, but whatever. I sprinted for my room, tossed on a tank top and shorts and made a bee-line for the door before he could say anything else. So, anyway…the guy - I hopped out of the car and there he was  - tall, dark and handsome with gorgeous curls, a 1000-watt smile and mesmerizing baby blue eyes, his name is Connor. He just moved in with his dad and he’ll be starting school with us in the fall. He’s a year older than me, he has his license., but he doesn’t have a car. There’s only one problem… he was at the party with Addison (UUUUhhhhh I know… yes Addison - that girl at school with a belly button ring). Didn’t really matter though, when she went inside to use the bathroom he came right over and started talking to me!!!! I honestly couldn’t believe it. I’m so used to all the guys at school drooling over the popular girls like Jessica, Dee Dee or Kristen with their gorgeous hair and silly, annoying, little giggly laughs. Not this time though, Connor talked to ME! We’ll see what happens though. Supposedly him and Addison are just TALKING. (We all know talking is just code for trying things out, but we’re not officially dating just in case something better comes along.) He got my number, but he didn’t write it down. He claims he’s good with numbers and he won’t forget. I really hope he calls – FINGERS CROSSED!!! Well Good Night!