January 1990, when I was 14 and 4 months, was quite the fickle month. I think I fancied six boys - PASSIONATELY - during these 4.2 weeks. And Emilio Estevez, although I wasn't 100% sure about that.
The last bit on here is a section I had to fill in in my Judy Blume diary. While I'm not sure who half these boys are on here, I definitely know who that boy is: my first love who had told me I had a moustache and then went and dumped me for another girl. My mum and I always called him Brown Leather Jacket (BLJ). For obvious reasons. He's XXX'ed to protect his innocence...
Favourite Boy – Sam!!!!!!!!!!!
Sam is quite tall, and has black hair cut trendily! He has quite big ears, but not amazingly. He has nice eyes and is really cute ‘n’ cuddly, plus he’s not got a girlfriend! Yum! I like him a lot!
Favourite boy – Peter
Worst boy – Sam = the bastard
I really fancy Peter like mad!
Favourite boy – Martin
I’m in love! I fancy him so much!
Favourite boy – Martin – I love him so much
Favourite musician – Prince – swoon!
Favourite boy – Martin despite the fact that he is going out with someone. God I fancy him. I’m sending him a rose on Valentines day. [he in actual fact sent me a rose and a teddy bear. And a letter promising that we would get married when we were 18 with an actual count-down start of the days.]
The boy I would most like to kiss is XXX because I AM MADLY IN LOVE WITH HIM. My idea of dream date would be to go to TO BARBADOS AND SUNBATHE AND MESS AROUND with XXX.
One boy I do not want to kiss is XXXX because HE IS ABOUT 2 INCHES BIG AND YUCKY.
The most romantic thing that ever happened to me was WHEN NEIL ACTUALLY ASKED ME OUT!
The most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me when I was with a boy I liked was: SWEAT PATCHES APPEARED!
This is what I dream about when I imagine being in love: FRIENDSHIP, THE FEELING OF BEING WANTED, BEING TOGETHER NOT HAVING TO WORRY ABOUT WHETHER HE FANCIES ME OR NOT. SECURITY