A Girl's First Date

[The below entry was not written by me. It is from a portion of a journal entry that was written by one of my early girlfriends. Names have been modified to protect the shy.]

There I was. I was seventeen and out on my first date. I could not believe that love was happening to me. He seemed to like me a lot, too. As for myself, I was out on a date with the guy that I loved more than anything in the world. The feelings he inspired were that of being absolutely awestruck. I worshipped thoughts of him. I would have given up anything if he whispered such a request. I was in deep.

We walked around the mall for endless hours. We had such a great time. Our first stop was Toys 'R' Us. Eric read me a book called "The Holes in Our Nose" It was disgusting, but he had the most charming way of reading that absolutely intoxicated me with loving thoughts.

Then we moved on to all sorts of shops, inluding Musicland in which I showed Eric all sorts of things like the No Doubt CD and Celine Dion's song "Because You Loved Me." We wet [sic] to this shop where he has a hacker friend who had shut down the computers of some of the shops at the mall.

We met up with his parents after he gave me a guided tour of Barnes and Noble. He apparently loves the books there about physics and I showed him The Fountainhead, recommending it, and he asked if I read it for a reason other than to read it, and I lied and said no, but I really read it for the scholarship, although I want to read it further, and I loved hear him talk about everything he loves.

His mom and little sister found us while we were playing chess. Rather, while he was teaching me chess. It was fun for me, but I think that maybe had a drag of a time.

We went to Piccadilly's after we left Barnes and Noble. The only thing was that I made friends with his sister and was playing with her so much that I forgot my purse in the car. I carried her inside.

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On April 5, 1997, I met my Eric’s three-year-old sister, Lexi Herboso, and decided that I am definitely going to have children of my own. That is also one of the reasons that I left Saraland. I had a distinctive need to take myself and, therefore, my future children, away from the insanity that had been stepping on my heels since my earlies memories. was going to make it out, and my children would never,ever know the insanity of it.