May 24, 1964, Sunday. Bitchen night, I don’t like Dave anymore.
I’m not the only one who’s tired of Dave’s damn personality. Jack said all the guy’s are starting to hate him too. Tonight I modeled at the Car and Motorcycle Show. I looked good I guess. I wore a low cut back and front black dress, with diamond necklace and black gloves. I walked all over the show with a Patricia Stevens banner across my chest. My feet were killing me. There were millions of guys there, but they were all with girls. Talked to two guys who were running Surf Films. They bought me a Coke. One guy knew a lot of guys from Toes. I had a cartoon drawing made of myself. Had a lot of pictures taken of me sitting on the hoods of different cars. From now on I’m not sticking to just one boy.
Walking around the Car and Motorcycle Show in high heals and a low cut dress….. I finally got the attention I craved….. after weeks of nothing but moodiness from my boyfriend