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May 31, 1965

Today was the last day of lessons for Americans, and I question my father's judgment for forcing me to go to school for all of three days. I am beginning to adjust to American customs, or as much as I can for having been here only five days. Like you see, I haven't written the date as I usually would. Americans right it month day, year. And I have discovered there is a battle of sorts that goes on between the greased haired boys like Mr. Randle, and the clean haired boys like Randy. My heart flies today my dear friend.

As I was walking down the hall to start the walk home, I heard shouting. So of course I turned around, and I saw Randy with another girl… Very pretty girl and they were arguing quite strongly. And well, the next thing I knew I was in Randy's motor car and he was driving me home! Oh, how scandalous my dear friend. He explained that she was his now former girlfriend do to the fact that she was a "Prudent Bitch". I have no idea what that means dear friend, but he asked me to go to frozen gelato tomorrow. And of course I said yes! Father will be so proud; I am becoming an American girl!

Mama decided to take me for a new outfit; she said her American girl deserved to dress American for her first date. And so we went to a small store on the other side of town and found me the most darling outfit, with a pressed collared white shirt, and a blue sweater to go over it. We decided on a beige skirt that came just past my knee and my traditional Mary Jane's. Oh, how amazing it is to wear collar, bright vibrant color!

I hear Papa's motor car pulling in the drive, oh I must tell him of my date tomorrow!

June 1, 1965

I think that Randy may just be the most perfect boy on earth. He arrived at seven o'clock and greeted Father with a firm hand shake. As if he knew to already, he explained that we would go for "ice cream", and then to a "drive in movie." And that he would have me back by midnight at the latest. Father said that was fine and bid us farewell.

He escorted me to my side of the motor car and shut the door for me, oh how lovely that was. And then we drove around town for a bit, it's a small town with not much to do but the back roads of the town show the beauty of Texas. As night and day started to blend together we arrived at what he called an "Ice Cream Parlor." He had friends already waiting and introduced me as his "Little French Girl," which of course made me giggle. We sat and at Ice Cream, which is much better than gelato, and we talked about France and America and clothes and just life. His friends were all kind to me and we planned to meet Bob and Cherry at the drive in later that night.

We talked for a bit more, and then we drove to the Drive In. Oh, it was fun and there was an Elvis movie on! I love Elvis; he is such an inspiration to be different! Randy didn't like him as much, but he seemed genially happy to see me happy, and of course made me all the happier. And so we watched the movie and drank fizzy drinks. He held my hand, which at first made my heart pound without control. But, slowly, I enjoyed the feeling of fingers intertwined together.

Soon, our time came to an end. And at eleven thirty he delivered me onto the porch of my house. He bid me farewell with a good bye kiss on the cheek.

Oh, it was amazing, friend. It was wonderful; at sixteen I finally was kissed! I was kissed! Maybe it was just on the cheek, but it was a kiss. I feel as if maybe I am fitting in. But, only time will tell, only time will tell. Randy didn't mention going out again. But I know he'll ask me again. He loves me and I love him and that is all I know. Dear friend, I think America may just be the place of dreams still.

It is late, and I am tired. So, I lay my head to rest, good night dear friend.