Handwritten page of a diary dated February 12, 1995
… new friends could barely believe I’ve only had one boyfriend since ninth grade. And they also can’t believe the only reason Jason and I “broke up” is because I got a job here in Minneapolis and he’s been making a fortune back at his uncle’s car dealership. And once I told the girls at work that we’ve agreed to date other people, they talked me into trying that new Web site — match.com.
There were five guys they liked, but I agreed to contact only one of them — Eric. We decided to meet at the movie theater at the mall but I had second thoughts because last night happened to be the coldest night of the winter so far (a night my grandma would say is “colder than Billy Blue Blazes”) (even though when it’s really hot out she says it’s “hotter than Billy Blue Blazes”).
First we sat on a bench outside the theater and smiled at each other a lot. Yes. Eric’s a hot guy. But then he told me we were going to see “Billy Madison” and I said “Oh yeah, when did we take a vote on that?” I kind of made a half-hearted case to see “Boys on the Side” but he said his sister saw it. She cried. So I said, “OK, Billy Madison. It’s all good.” Which it wasn’t, good I mean, but I was trying to be a good sport.
Afterwards we went to this place that had a couch, just like the coffee house on “Friends.” I ordered hot chocolate. Things got better. We got cozy. Then, as cold as it was, we sat in his car and kissed. I told him my hands were cold and he took my gloves off and held my hands in his for a few minutes. We kissed again and I slipped my cold hands up under his sweater and onto his warm back.
“Are you inSANE?” He screamed this so loudly it weirded me out. “Your hands are like ice cubes.”
The look on his face. Wow. Like I had taken out a switchblade and stabbed him a few hundred times.
So I put my gloves back on and got out of his car.
Well, it was fun to make out with someone new. And so hot. But I guess dating is not all smooth sailing.