July 16, 1964, Thursday. I hate this boring Summer
Pearl and I picked up Teri and my sister Donna and went to Toes. Nobody was there. We laid out for about two hours and than went home. Guy’s from across the street asked me to come swimming, but I said no. Pearl and I went driving all night, but never found any cute boys. We went to all the hangouts but nothing. I can’t stand it anymore. No one likes me. I hate this Summer so much and I think all the Westchester guys hate me. All I want in the whole world is for Byron to ask me out. So I can find out if I really like him.
Or if I should send him to the Friend zone…
Making myself too perfect destroyed my chances of finding a nice guy
Beauty was as much a curse as it is was a blessing.
A nice guy’s worst nightmare is hearing “But I think of you as just a friend.”
Nice guys are often more comfortable asking out and communicating with women who they feel are more likely to agree to go out with them.
I was too intimidating. High School guys were afraid of rejection and I didn’t like College guys because they were just after sex.
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