My old Boyfriends spoiled my chances of getting the most Bitchen guy in town.

July 24, 1964, Friday. Saddest day of the Summer, I want to die.

Went shopping again for formals, Mommy didn’t like any of the one’s I picked out, so came home and got dressed and picked up my friends. We went to a Westchester dance, but couldn’t get it. Went to Toes and got the saddest sight of my life. Byron drove in with a girl in a new car. He just said hello. I almost got sick to my stomach and almost cried. He even called me Sandy. We left and went to Hermosa and Manhattan Beach. Took this guy who knew Dave Kendal and all the guys. We went to a couple parties, No good. Came back to Toes and went to a party at Gary’s, but the Cop’s broke it up.  

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I was getting my heart broken this time.  Byron was the one that got away. But,  to make matters worse, he got the new car he said he needed to ask me out.  It will take months to get over this.  I guess it’s payback for being such a spoiled brat and a snob to all the guys.  They  talked about me and turned him off.  Guy’s can do that.  Now the Summer is ruined.

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About saffronsrule

Sharrie Williams is the author of The Maybelline Story and a direct descendant of the Maybelline Cosmetic Family. Great niece of Maybelline founder Tom Lyle Williams. Buy a signed copy today.
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