July 11, 1965

Last night Betty and I ran across the highway to the drive-in restaurant. We saw that slime ball David outside and he wished we would get in his car and hang with him. As if! I met this boy Eddie and he took me out. We got burgers and cokes and sat and talked. He was so smart. He’s older. Cute. Very mature. He paid for or burgers and then we drove around for a while. We parked in an alley a little ways from the restaurant and made-out. He was sweet and gentle. Sometimes when I’m with a boy I wonder how pretty they think I am. I especially wonder how pretty I am compared to the other girls they have kissed. I know how pretty I am compared to the girls in my grade at school, but it’s hard for me to know how I stack up against older girls. I don’t think I’ll see Eddie again, but I will imagine kissing him in that backseat.