more deliciousness from dear diary.
Thursday, November 12th 1992
Well, another day at exciting physical therapy! Dave & I are really hitting it off! We talk like we’ve known each other for a month instead of 2 weeks! We talk a lot now about:
- our families
- kids (we both love them)
- parties
- weekends
Today Cora Lee <another physical therapist> asked me if I would be interested in volunteering on Dec 5th (Saturday) 10:00am-1:00pm to help with the big Christmas activities program there. Of course I said sure. She said she was still working on Dave to come, so later when I was sitting across the room from her & Dave, she said that I was coming and he immediately said, “Ok!!! I’ll try to come!!” So that worked!! Anyway, when I was on the electric stim machine he came over & talked to me out of the blue! He came over & said, “How’re ya doin’ over here Jessie?” I said, “Okay.” He said jokingly, “Boy time flies when you’re having fun, huh?”!!!! Anyway, Cora Lee is going to bring the negatives from Halloween with Dave in it on Monday. Happy Time!!
well then. it seems that i a) had an affinity for beginning sentences with “Anyway,” and #2. felt the need to explain dates and times in excruciating detail. let’s see, what else… it felt as if dave and i had known each other a whole *two weeks* longer than what we actually had!! omg! it must be fate!! and we talked about such deep things like how much we adore children! obviously he does. dear god he was a pedophile. or just a horrid, mean 24 year old who liked to string on poor, defenseless, clueless 14 year old girls who drooled over his every move whilst their arm was immobilized in a variety of scary contraptions like e-stim. and did you notice my wicked conversational skills? I said “okay” to him. wow. no wonder he was blown away by my maturity and non-fourteen-year-old-ness! he could totally take me to cocktail parties and no one would ever know i was a teenager because of my amazing skills!
and what’s up with the vernacular?? was he a cowboy?! my attempt at making him sound cool and west coast with the “doin’” and the “ya” makes him sound like a freaking hick. um, and i’m pretty sure i wasn’t going to any raucous parties as a sheltered young teen from private school. what was i talking to him about? the rager at my friend’s house last weekend that involved kool aid and playing scrabble? okay, i wasn’t my grandma, but still. the most daring thing i remember doing at 14 was sitting on the corner of my upper-middle class neighborhood with my friend stephanie trying to covertly capture cute boys walking by with my camcorder.
