Friday June 15, 1990
I’ve been home for about a half hour. John’s party was great. I learned more about Rob tonight then ever before. He kissed me. A sweet, thank you, nice to know ya kiss. That small kiss throws me into the biggest tizzy of my life.
I dorve Billie Jo and him home. First I dropped Bille Joe off and then went to Rob’s. I babbled because i was depressed and nervous. We get to his house and he said, “I’m really glad I got to know you. You’re very talented. Don’t let anyone tell you different. You better call me when you get famous.” and then he kissed me and said, “thank’s for the ride.”
I LOVE HIM. I’m not sure how, but i do.
I can’t seem to do anything today. I am totally disfunctional. Everytime I sit I think of Rob and the fell of his lips. And then I begin to wonder, could we ever be a couple? We sure would look funny as hell. I wonder what his hands would feel like on my skin, in my hair. His lips on mine and then I wonder what we would look like and the dream ends. Reality floods back. I can’t stop thinking about him. I miss him.
Yes, I wasn’t kissed by a boy until a week after my 18th birthday. Rob Hobot was my arch-nemisis and best friendboy my junior and senior year in high school. he was my co-editor of the Blueprint. He was a Libra. He was about 5’8″ to my 6’3″. he was the smartest boy i had ever met and funny too. I have no idea what happened to him. Perhaps, when i get famous I’ll give him a call.