Oh! What a beautiful blank book! Isn’t it fascinating to imagine what I will write in it? We’re going to Zach’s game tonight and tommorrow we have our last computer class. I don’t know how we’re going to get together after that.
You know what really sucks? Zach’s dad said Zach couldn’t come to the Mariner game! Doesn’t that suck?
I’ve gotta go!
Got to Zach’s game an hour late. The first words he said to me were “Where were you”? It wasn’t my fault! Mom wouldn’t get going! His dad’s giving me a ride to class and my mom’s taking Zach home. You know what he said? After the game he said something about how bad he’d done and I’m like you didn’t do that bad. He says you didn’t see the whole game. I’m like alright you didn’t do bad in the last two innings. He says yeah cause you showed up. That’s sweet but it can’t be true since he’s been doing pretty good when I don’t come to his games. Gotta go!
Dear Baby Me,
It’s a good thing Zach played baseball, since that is the only sport you understand at all (still, to this day really). Someday you will have a boyfriend who asks you to come to his soccer game and you won’t have a clue what’s going on. That said, it is bizarre that you seem to be questioning that it could be possible that maybe he did better because you showed up? Like probably not. Also, did they win or lose? No matter, apparently.
Of course it doesn’t matter. I know it is exciting in ways you never even imagined to have this guy who is excited to see you, to feel important and like someone is interested in you. This is the drug you won’t get tired of, the thing it’s going to take you years to work through. It does suck Zach can’t come to the game. But hang in there, try to enjoy this part of things.
All the love,