My innermost thoughts were about my future. Going to college and becoming a teacher. That's all I wanted to become. I liked certain boys, but they were not interested in me, other than as friends.
My diary entries would have been routine and nothing to shout about.
Now, my first real boyfriend (when I was a senior in high school), could have provided some interesting entries, had I chosen to write about him and our "relationship". He was in the Navy. A cousin of a friend. We saw each other a few times and he took me to my prom. We held hands and danced. Sat on the beach and talked. Nice guy.
But I was so nerdy, Had never been kissed. That is, until my navy guy kissed me. First REAL kiss, eyes closed and everything. I was so surprised at my reaction. The "Oh, it happened. I liked it. Do I need to go to confession?"
Some people write everything in their diaries, confessing to each crush, romantic encounter, naughty desires. I didn't do that. I kept all those in my head.
Hmm. Maybe that's what fueled my writing? Past memories stored in my brain that I never revealed in a diary? If I had written them down, would I have forgotten them?
Uh, no. My navy guy and our kiss will forever be planted in my memory. So, maybe I didn't need that diary after all. While I can still remember my past, I'll have him and our kiss in my mind. Diaries may be thrown out, but memories that are super important will always stay with you.
I write with the Naughty Literati. We write anthologies and our 6th one will release in September. Naughty Reunions will have my story in it: Back in Your Arms.
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10 comments:
Great post. I never kept a diary either. Like you, I had, and still have, Catholic guilt. Love your reaction about confession after the navy guy's kiss.
Hi, Marianne! I didn't have Catholic guilt, just good girl guilt and felt badly about kissing a Boy Scout at a dance. lolol
Wow - a Navy guy took you to your prom. That must have been epic. Did he wear his uniform? :)
Oohh now I'm jealous...A Navy Guy to the Prom! *sigh* *runs to Target to get diary* I can't wait to read the newest story in the Naughty books! All the best!
Great post, Marianne! I never kept a diary but then I wouldn't have had much to put in it. I was not allowed to date until I was practically out of high school but I was allowed to go out with the girls. That's the stuff I would never have written down, lol! I probably should have kept an account of all the hair-raising adventures we got into but my parents were such snoops that I would have been grounded for life.
Cute post, Marianne. :)
Ahhhh... first kisses.... No doubt about that memory. Thanks Marianne.
My first kiss was from a handsome boy I had a terrible crush on. He kissed me at the end of our one and only date, told me I was very sweet, and I never saw or heard from him again. I spend weeks wondering what had happened. Still do now that I think of it.
My navy guy didn't wear a uniform...he wore a tux! I was really impressed by that...but the uniform would have been okay, too!
I had the Catholic guilt, too, Marianne. It sure kept some of us in line! Enjoyed your post. Very romantic prom!
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