Saturday, April 17, 2010

Day six: the first real boyfriend.

September 1, 2000

"I have missed so much!  My life has changed so much since the last time I wrote!  The most important even that has happened was Gary B.  Here's the story.  Right after I met that really cool guy (Jonathan - the one that reminded me of Peter Pan), I dated for two days this JERK named JERRY.  A week later Jasmine and I planned on going to paint pottery together, only she backed out last minute.  I decided I would go to Barnes & Noble (the only place I could hang out by myself without looking like #1 nerd).  I wanted to call Mom and tell her where I was, so I jetted towards the payphones.  I was digging in my bag for change, not paying attention, and almost ran right into Gary.  I knew him in high school, but I thought he was a jerk and that he was gay.  Anytime I ever talked to him, he always answered in this JERK-TONE, so I had a low opinion of him.  All the [color] guard girls loved him (because he was a surfer...woohoo) and I didn't think he was that attractive (and I thought he was kinda fat).  Back in the bookstore, when he was talking I thought to myself, 'He is SO beautiful.  Is he gay?'  He asked me for my number discreetly...it was such a friend thing.
A couple days later, he wore a grey shirt, and we went thrifting and went to Tom's [record shop].  Then we hung out some more, and I went to North Carolina.  When I came back, Gary and I hung out practically every day.  We watched The World According to Garp the night of our first kiss.


Gary is an explorer, dreamer, writer, surfer, Jeep driver, newly-made-over vegetarian!  He's a good shopper and he likes to drive fast, wash laundry, show off his injuries, and change clothes 50 million times a day.  He smokes cigarettes slowly - he's the slowest smoker I've ever seen."

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