Mr. Right, I choose you! Er... I think I'll just hang out here in the library.
Mom, I admit it. The bad-girl stuff does teach you something. It teaches you how to deal with people. It also teaches you who is actually able to deal with people, and it is apparent that I cannot.
I have no idea what I'm doing here. Three guys, all approachable, and I'm chickening out. But one of them could be the "one." I have to try.
Alright. Blue shirt.
"Uhmm... Hi." Oh goodness, that sounded horribly weak. It's getting crowded and I'm getting sweaty.
"Hey, I'm Tom... Tom Shallow." Well, if that wasn't James Bond-sounding, I don't know what is.
"I'm new around Riverview. I was just hoping to meet some folks. Around town. You know, to... Get ..." I hope I have enough breath to keep talking, or I might have to run back to my territory.
Luckily, he started talking again. I decided I liked his voice. "That's alright, you're not bothering anyone, I'm just here with some of my family. I don't really read much. Where do you happen to live around here?"
Shit. Not that question. He had to go there. "Oh, around."
"Like, around... Where?" He had the cutest little smirk.
"Just. Uhh... Riverblossom Drive, I think it's called. I'm not sure." Keep him from seeing your mess, that's good, you go girl.
"That rich people neighborhood?" Now he just looked confused. I know I must look way too hookerish to even begin to live there.
"Well, maybe it's a road connected there, I don't really have my address memorized. I've been here about a week and--"
"Slow down, it's alright. How about you come over to my place sometime? I'd like some company," he said, slipping me a piece of paper with his address on it.
I was stunned. For me to have connected with someone so effing quickly was completely unusual for me. Of course, I just stood there staring at him blankly. I then realized I was staring and shook myself from it. "Er... Yeah! That'd be great."
Just then, my stomach growled. Fuck my life. Back to my place.
Dear diary,
Mom was right about a few things. One: the people skills. Two: I'm epically useless when it comes to love. I swear I will raise my kids right. Better than her, anyway.
I have learned that along with some unnatural force called luck, and with my own willpower I must make my life happen, I can't just sit back and wait for it to happen.
You stood tall, like you'd won some kind of award, but really I've never seen someone so short. To mom.
-Leja
**This post is for Mike, because he didn't want to stop reading. I spent the extra hour typing this just for him. (I love you Mike.)**Also, the end of the diary entry are a variation of lyrics from Hey Monday. I am a huge fan.**
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