This very short blog series is from a recently discovered print-out (dot matrix on perforated computer paper) of a short-lived journal that I kept during the final semester of my senior year at Luther Burbank High School in Sacramento, CA — in 1987.
I have replaced names with random initials, though those who were in my life during that time will easily be able to figure out who everyone is. I have also kept everything as is with helpful clarifications in [brackets].
February 13, 1987
Last night was awesome! K. and I went out with G., Mom, and the rest of the clan to Roma’s Pizza. It was alot of fun, then we went to Eilish’s. We all sat around the bar talking. We were the only people in the whole bar. K. and I danced a couple of times. It’s weird how easy it is to talk to her it may sound stupid but when we start talking time goes by really quickly. Q. [Owner of the bar] found out we were going to Sr. Ball together so she dragged K. away so she could find out what K.’s dress looked like.
Then, about 10:30pm we went over to L. house and kidnapppeed him (he was on the phone with Y. at the time). We took him to B.’s house so he could meet her. The whole time he kept calling me an asshole and I kept saying “I know, but I’m a good one.” I took L. home around 12:00 and then took K. home.
Earlier that night K. told me what she hates about guys and what bugs her, one was having the guy call her constantly, one was a guy that wouldn’t [I think that was supposed to be "would"] get angry at her, and one was how guys always make passes at girls whenever they wanted.
I think that is totally awesome.
I don’t want to talk to a girl every minute of the day and there won’t be any problem with the anger part. When I walked her to the door, because of the third part, I had already decided that 1 wasn’t going to try to kiss her. Then she asked me if I wanted to go in for a while. I said yes because I wasn’t in all that of a hurry to make the night end. We sat around and talked for a while until I had to leave. As I was leaving I noticed she had put the rose I got her ot in the living room, for some reason that seemed really nice. Then I left.
Today is Friday so I guess I’ll get her another rose since the other one is almost dead.
Tomorrow L. and I are going to meet K. and B. for lunch down in Old Sac. I think I’ll ask her if she wants to go out on Valentine’s Day night.
I can only hope.