Dear Gilly's diary entry of his first meeting of the rest of his life. Heh.
17 April, 2013
Dear Diary,
I am Awesome!
Today at 10:15AM my life officially changed for the better (and more awesome). I may even have to go back and edit a few of my old entries.
At 10:15Am today, in that cute little supermarket down the road from Feli's, I met who can only be described as my, Gilbert Fritz Beilschmidt's, one and only true love.
Now, don't get me wrong, it was a supermarket so there were no fireworks or explosions or diapered cherubs flying around, but I did feel a spark when I talked to him.
Yeah, Diary, that's right! Him~! No more chasing after Elizaveta (as in denial as she was about me, I've had a change of heart, so to say) for I've found a new love to follow.
He's blond. Not like West, but sort of.
It has a reddish tint and it goes down to his shoulders. And there's this freaking adorable awesome curl in the front that just—
Excuse me, Diary, if I space out a bit as I reminisce about his beauty.
His eyes are purple. Purple! Who even knew? And they just have this soft look to them. Expressive! That's what they are! I nearly made an un-awesome fool of myself as I gazed into them upon our meeting. But luckily, I've got enough sense in me to keep that kind of tragedy at bay.
Have I mentioned his voice? Dear Opa Fritz, if you were here, you would be swooning too! At the risk of sounding like a love-sick dog (at which I, Gilbert Fritz Beilschmidt, do hence-forth claim to be), his voice was just heavenly. It was as if his vocal chords had been touched by the angels! Dear God in Heaven, he could make the dictionary sound interesting (and he probably already has)!
And I haven't even mentioned the best part! He's single and… A Vegetarian!
Kesesese! Fritz knows I've had trouble finding someone awesome enough who doesn't like to munch on little birdies! But now my search has come to an end for my dear, lovely, awesome knew friend is partial to his greens and detests the sight of ground up animal!
So to wrap up this entry, I would like to tell myself (as I will never be able to write it all down in words) to never forget this moment as it will become one of your most important dates.
P.S. Tomorrow I go to meet up with him – who I've yet to name! Dear Diary excuse me for this absolutely un-awesome blasphemy! – Matthew Williams, at the supermarket so we can go ice skating. And hopefully talk and get to know each other better and then grow old together like a couple of old biddies!
