Some of you may recall a few weeks ago when I posted this post: Journal Journeys: The Doorbell Ditch. As I had mentioned then, I've been rereading through my old journals. Here is more of THAT story... Just keep in mind that I was 15 1/2 and a bit of a dork... :)
Thursday May 12, 1989
...[writing about other boys]...Then there's Eric. His family moved into our ward at church a few months ago. I have had the biggest crush on him since the first time I saw him. I really like him and I think he might like me too, but I can't always tell. Anyway, Eric seems different than the other guys at church. I guess time will tell if he likes me too.
Sunday May 14, 1989
[This was the entry of The Doorbell Ditch in which Eric basically makes it known to me that he likes me.]
Wednesday May 17, 1989
Tonight at church I saw Eric. With other guys that I used to flirt with, I always knew it was just infatuation or for fun. I never really had strong feelings for any of them. But Eric is different. Not only is he totally good looking, but he is kind and courteous and totally funny, and well, just plain great! Little does he know I think the world of him. We get along so well, he seems perfect. He comes from a family of six kids and I come from a family of seven. I daydream about him all the time and fantasize that we'll like get married one day and have like ten kids or something. But, it's just a fantasy, and he would probably think I was weird if I ever told him that!
Saturday May 20, 1989
Yesterday when I was on the phone with Eric, he told me he would take me out as soon as I turned 16 and am allowed to date. That is like six months away. So, as you can imagine I've been in seventh heaven all weekend. We always have the best conversations. We call each other like every day. Our phone calls last for 2 or 3 hours and usually we have to hang up because his mom doesn't like him tying up the line. I wish they would get call-waiting, like we finally did. At least now my parents rarely tell me to get off the phone.
So... totally dorky, right? Yeah, I told you. Anyway, as you can tell, I was totally twitterpated over this guy; he was like the cheese to my macaroni. He was the moon to my darkness and the stars in my eyes... stay tuned for more tomorrow! (like slowly ripping off a band-aid...you're welcome.) :)