As I revealed in the last “Dear Diary” Post I have acquired two diaries, one, a five year diary written in the years 1969 and 1970, and one written around 2001. They are both written by girls around the same age, but of course they have vastly different content and writing styles. The first contains entries that are rather brief and succinct, while the second goes into many juicy details about boys and getting in to trouble and stuff. In this episode, I have selected two entries wherein each girl talks about a boy she has a crush on. As I said before, the 1960s diary, written by a girl named Valerie, contains entries that are very short and to the point, and mention very little about who her friends are, but as I read along, a boy named Vince starts to enter the picture, and a very sweet and timid affection seems to develop between them. Let’s join Valerie, her life already in progress, on May 31st, 1970:
“Was all day with Vince at the park, kissed me, watched TV, went to Vince’s bed.”
At first when I read this, the lack of punctuation at the end there made me think that she had gone to Vince’s bed, you know, with Vince. But I think she forgot the comma, and just meant to say that she went to bed at the end of the day, an obvious assumption one make’s about anyone’s day, but an event she nevertheless felt important to end most of her diary entries with. After this entry she starts to write about Vince a lot, even though just two weeks ago, on May 16 she wrote that she had kissed Rich at Cindy’s party! You go girlfriend!
The second diary has much longer, rambling entries and is therefore much juicier. I’ve gathered from my reading that at the time the unnamed writer had a boyfriend named Devin, but that didn’t stop her from meeting a boy she had a crush on named Christian at a local park in this undated entry:
“Christian paged me and I phoned him and we met in the park. He was wearing this pinkish tank top that said “Black Hills”, blue trousers rolled up at the cuff and 20 holed doc’s He has this really cute haircut that’s longer on one side and swept over his forehead. He dresses, like, better than me. While I was with Tara (seems to be the writer’s best girlfriend- ladyheart) I was asking her if I was evil for meeting this boy but she said not if I had good intentions. He was a really nice guy, and I was really comfortable talking to him, but by the end of the night I was thinking he was gay. Maybe I’m being stereotypical, but he sold weed in these pale pink bags, he was a really good dresser, he works at this gallery “ArtSystem”, and when we were talking about graffiti he said his tag name was “Sugar” Oh, and he said that these thug guys in his neigbourhood called him a fag. Later Tara said that he was just an art fag, not gay. I don’t know. It would be a shame for all women if he was gay. He is so beautiful. I find him very fascinating. I hope me and him can be friends. He says Artsystem has the craziest parties. Maybe he’ll invite me to one. I know where he lives. It’s right, like two doors away from the “El Mocambo” (a now defunct legendary Toronto nightclub- ladyheart) He said he grew up up in the suburbs and he coudln’t take it so he used to just stay with friends and stuff, like wherever he ended up. He was telling me about this one time when he was waiting for someone in Kensington Market really early in the morning, and all the meat stores were getting their deliveries and he was telling me about when he saw these huge stacks of beef carcasses that the delivery guy was unloading, and he was picking them up, one by one and slinging them over his shoulder, and sometimes he would hit his head with them, and carry them into the store, and come out and do it again, and he was completely covered in blood on his uniform. He said it was the most hilariously morbid scene he ever witnessed.”
Wow, leave it to a guy to tell a gross story like that on a date. Or could it be called a date? The writer does have a boyfriend. What do you think, dear reader? Were her intentions good? Should she have gone and met this boy in the park? I think we’ve all seen what the romantic atmosphere of a park can lead to based on Valerie’s diary entry above. Her innocent kiss led her right into Vince’s bed.