June 19, 1979

Tuesday. I'm 15.

Well, continuing the last story, later Barb did confront me. Once she asked me to go roller skating. Another time she asked to go swimming with her in the pool. Both times I said no.

[2008: I was so stupid!! ah, youth].

I think I said no because although I did like her, as time went by I didn't think she was as pretty as I used to think. Of course physical beauty is not extremely important (though desirable), I felt that at this stage in my life I could be choosier in those matter since the relationship wouldn't go as far as it would if I were an adult

[2008: again, I was totally wrong! Also, I was no hunk! I was about at her level in terms of looks. Just another self-centered teen!]

In other words, I wasn't choosing a mate for life, so I could be a little more exacting in my beauty judgment.

[2008: that's completely the opposite of how it should be, right? What a dumb 15 year old I was! And of course my later success with girls in high schools was NONE!]

I hope whoever is reading this understands what I just said, and doesn't misinterpret it.

[2008: that's me, by the way! dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb]

To go on with the story, I ended up doing absolutely nothing with Barb, and I haven't talked to her this year at all. That's probably because I don't socialize much between classes, and she wasn't in any of mine. I was in, generally, more advanced classes than she was.

[2008: see, there's my snobbish attitude]

But I must say one thing for sure, though. She had the guts to ask me out first. A girl ask a boy. I congratulate her on that, because I think that the burden of asking out should be shared by both sexes, not just by men. If that were true now, maybe I would have a girlfriend.

[2008: what a lazy ass I was!]

Now I'll talk about my other prospect, which I was a total idiot to refuse. Dawn S. What a girl! Barb looked like a peasant compared to her

[2008: again, I looked like a peasant back then, dumbo! And yes, I was cutting and cruel in my observations. Hello, teen years!]

And she was fairly smart, too. He only major flaw was that she was a social. And not merely a social, but one of the reigning queens of social life. Perhaps I should clarify myself on the term "social."

[2008: believe me, this is as painful for me to write as it is for you to read, dear reader. Was she really so interested in me? I doubt.]

People at the teenage age can be classified into different groups. There are hoods, socials, brains, jocks, averagers, jerks, and the unclassifiable.