June 19
Diary-
Okay. So my brilliant plan didn't work out as I planned it to. It turned out ever BETTER!
David and I got coffee after the art class. That's right, we went on a date! Well, I guess it wouldn't be considered a date since he's dating another girl. And not me. But still, we had a conversation. And that made me so happy, to just be able to talk to him.
This is how it went at the local coffee shop across the street from Susan Boone's art room. David and I sat down at a table in the far corner, away from the noisy teens on dates and sophisticated business types in their late fifties.
David: So, how are you liking the new art class?
Me: It's all right. It took awhile to get used to, though. awkward silence
David: clears this throat How have you been?
Me: Fine. looks down at my coffee in my hands And you?
David: I'm fine.
Me: I bet you are. (Now I thought I had muttered that so low he couldn't hear, but guess what? He did hear.)
David: Excuse me?
Me: (I suddenly got courage to speak my mind. Don't ask me where that came from.) I've seen the newspaper articles, David. I don't live in a hole in the ground.
David: ...oh.
Me: Yeah. So, you two are dating now. Didn't take you too long to move on.
David: It's not like that --
Me: Oh save it. After all, I broke up with you. So you can date all the girls you want and it doesn't bother me. It doesn't, you know. Bother me, I mean. You could date a million girls and it wouldn't bother me.
David: Sam, come on. I can tell you're mad.
Me: I'm not mad. Why would I be mad? The most perfect boy in the world, who I'm still madly in love with, is dating a perfect girl only weeks after I broke up with him. So why in the world would I be mad?
David: sits there, stunned
Me: Well, I've got to get home. I'm sure you have a date tonight, anyway, and I don't want to take up too much of your time.
With that I grabbed my coffee and took the bus home. I didn't even turn back to catch his reaction. I had a backbone for the first time in my life. And it felt good.
-Me