31st July 2011

9.00pm

Dear N.,

Yesterday Alfred and I went out on a DATE. Yes - that was a real date, from the first to the last minute.

I actually imagined he was somewhat into me (since he complimented my bottom, I assumed he wasn't 100% straight), but not so much to expect a rose on my seat when he picked me up at 7.00! The surprise almost left me speechless! Almost - As my usual, I had enough spit to growl out some insults. I'm not as cheap as he may think!

He drove us to Subway, where we had some giant sandwiches - so big we weren't able to speak till we stopped munching on them! Then, "To burn down some calories", we headed for the disco. You know the new fancy place down Oak Street, 10 minutes away from Mark's grampa's house? There we went! He offered me some drinks I've never heard of and confessed he'd got to know I wasn't this much into girls from some friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend... of some Mr. Someone. I was startled at first, as having such reputation might cause me some problems in future, but I showed no sign of shock, for I am a great actor! After some light beer he also added some rubbish about me being not only bright but also attractive, but I believe this was a product of the alcohol in his veins, not of the feelings of his heart. We danced in a corner and -surprisingly enough- he did not try to lick my lips just like the last one. Yeah, you remeber the Spaniard? He eventually disappeared in some pub there in Barcelona. I'm almost sure it's better this way.

I warned him about the new laws about drinking when driving. Fortunately, he knew all about them and had nothing more than some lemonade after his beer. I felt quite uneasy, drinking alcohol in front of someone who can't isn't this nice, but he apparently understood it - even though he mistook it for tiredness. So, he drove me home by 00.30, just like daddy wanted.

I haven't told him, but it was one of the best first-dates ever. At least for my standards! And you can be sure of that, since we KISSED! YES! We were there, right in front of my house, sitting in the car, chatting amiably and then we kissed! Oh, that was extraordinary, I tell you! We rested there, mouth-to-mouth, caressing each other's bodies, stealing each other's warmth... Ah, that was so dreamy.

When daddy yelled at me for being late, we dashed out of the car, but kept always close, stepping slowlier and slowlier to the front door. On the closed entrance, we both ignored daddy's swearing from the living room and shared some other spit, just because. I did not want to let him go. He made me feel little but protected. Little, almost small, not because he's very much taller than me, but because he's extremely well-built, whereas me... I'm so bloody scrawny! And protected.. for the same reason. With him by my side, I feel like I could have the world at my feet! But now I lost the thread...

Wobbling in our embrace, we whispered some nonsense in each other's ears - you know, the fake "Thank you for the night.", "I'll text you.", "It's been awe-". No. No awesome on my diary.

Small, tiny, minuscular detail: when he kissed me, my eyes were wide open - and he noticed it, dammit! You know what this means: it's the reaction of when I am afraid something might damage me, but I can't help but doing it. But I like him, damn it!

I do not know what to think... At any rate, I hope the trip to France will help me reason out something. Can you believe Alfred is afraid I might fall for some Frog? Apparently, he thinks "All Franchies are gay in some way!". I just replied "And all Americans are fat in some way.", but he didn't get the joke. Or maybe he did? Anyway, I think the Frogs will be more interested in my sister than me. Alice has become extremely gorgeous - and I shall defend her from any attack! She still believes I'm her loyal knight after all, just like when we were kids. Then, why ruining her dream? I shall be he knight this summer, to-

o. Or just until she finds some ENGLISH-speaking jerk that rapes her senseless, that bitch. Mommy's just got home and you know what? Alice's been boasting all the time! "I got A+ in German", "I'm terribly clever!", "I'll go to Oxford and you won't!" And blahblahblah! Can you believe it? Alright, I still won't let any Frenchie go near her, but just because I do not want any ibbiting nephew messing up with my life. Hell, I'm so nervous I could choke a pigeon! I shall write some more later - now I need to punch a pillow.

-End Day 2