My Teenage Diary Series – March 12th 1995

Dear Teenage Diary,

Yesterday I went to Bath on the train with Noah. I was so dead nervous, I mean the longest I’ve been with him on my own is 1 1/2 hrs. We met outside the motorbike shop and luckily we arrived at exactly the same time. He was so sweet, he paid for my train ticket, I was so dead impressed. The whole day was just a dream. We seemed to get on so well and this was the first time in which I actually relaxed. Before we’d just like make conversation and there’d be huge gaps in between as we tried to think of something else to say. But this time was different, there were hardly any conversation gaps and we joked with each other more and basically laughed at each and other people. He must like me, I mean what boy would spend almost a whole day with a girl if he didn’t. I’m just hoping that he more than just likes me.

I found out so much more about him today, not so much facts, but his personality and I figured him out. He caught is bus at 4.10pm. I had to wait until 4.30pm and I was really hoping he’d kiss me goodbye and I have a feeling he was hoping I’d do the same as we were both loitering at the bus stop waiting. In the end we just said bye and he said he’d phone either Monday or Tuesday. Maybe if Sheila goes to the gym with me next Sunday I’ll get her to ask him what he thinks of me and advise him to ask me out. Obviously I’ll be hiding somewhere, like pretending I’m in the toilet. I’m too scared to ask him out, but maybe if Sheila makes it clear to him how much I like him, he might just ask me out.  Anyway, I’ve got a whole week to think about it.

At about 7pm Sheila and Denise phoned and I guess I was really offhandish with them. They just think I’m generally depressed, they don’t know anything. Only Claudia knows and I trust her not to tell them. I guess I’ll have to be a bit less depressed this week if I want Sheila to go to the gym with me. I found out, not from Sheila, mainly from guesswork but also from Claudia that Sheila fancies Percy. How sad. Yes I know I used to fancy him, but we all know what a using tosser he really is now so how can she fancy him is beyond me. What fucks me off is that she never told me. Why not? I’m her best friend for crying out loud. I don’t care if she goes out with him, but if she splits him and Noreen up that is completely off. As much as I hate her (Noreen), that is not on. I’m also not going to be too sympathetic if it all ends in tears, because she must know what she’s letting herself in for. And another thing, I’m not going through the whole Gulliver ordeal of when the boyfriend’s around, the best friend can just fuck off. I’m fed up of being used.

Not long after, Les phoned, which was a bit of a surprise. We only spoke for about 5 minutes. He was just phoning up everyone to see how they are. I babysat at 7.30pm until about 11.30pm so I got about £8 for it and it wasn’t too boring, although I hardly got nay homework done. I went to youth club on Friday and it was the best one ever, maybe because Sheila and Denise weren’t there? There was just a huge jamming session with drums and electric guitars. Jamie Cullum was there and no one can say he’s not good looking. Him, Ivor and Sally did ‘Smells like teen spirit’ by Nirvana and it was fucking happening. It was really good. I might be going to a gig in Swindon on Thursday to see seven local indie/grunge bands. It’s organised by the youth club so I guess we can only go if there’s a full minibus and so far there’s only me and Sally Foster down on the list. I really hope we go, it’ll be such a laugh. Maybe then I can prove to Sheila that I don’t always need her around for me to have a good time.

*All names have been changed from those in my monthly teenage diary to protect the not so innocent.

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Becky Stafferton is a full time blogger over on her website The Art of Healthy Living, mum of 2 and certified Queen of the hashtags. She continually strives to promote a realistic, sustainable and positive image of how to lead a healthy life. When she’s not writing or reading her teenage diary she can be found swigging Prosecco from the bottle, running through muddy puddles, making lists of lists, having a good old moan, scoffing flapjacks and squatting like her life depends on it.

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