July 11, 1964, Sunday. People think I’m a conceited snob.

Pearl and I went to the beach…started off at Toes and wound up in Torrance but, their beach stunk and there were no good boy’s, so, we went back to Toes. Gary asked me to be his date at the party he was having, but, I told him Pearl was staying all night…. Pearl and I went anyway but, most everyone was in couples. Doug was real friendly.  Jack came and was sorta cold.  They started drinking and acting like babies, so Pearl and I left and went to Fosters. Bill Wilkes told me the boy’s say I’ve changed and have gotten conceited, snobby and rotten to boy’s. It sort of hurt my feelings. He say’s I think I’m too good for everyone and act too sophisticated. Everyone hates me I guess. I don’t think I’ve changed, but the boy’s just bore me.   

 High School Boy’s loved drinking beer and acting stupid… like throwing out a  dirty double entendre and cracking up when I didn’t get it. I appeared to be a conceited sophisticated snob, because I walked away in disgust.

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