Free Secret Girls' Stuff by Margaret Clark Page A

smiling at me and I’m like YIPPPEEEE and then DISASTER, he tells me he’s leaving the next day (God really does not like me) but he said he’d come swimming in the morning (but my parents had booked a tour to Universal Studios leaving at 6.30am and hadn’t told me), so we were just in the spa, so close, I was practically sitting on him, andDad kept coming out and telling me to come up to the room, and I’m gritting my teeth and like, ‘Daaad! I neeeed some more time!’, hinting and nodding my head at Esra, then his parents came out and told him he had to be in his room in fifteen minutes. So we went back to the lifts together and I wanted so much to tell him how much I liked him but his brother was in the lift with us giving me the greasies … and Esra was on level 3 and I was on 5 so he got out at his level and was trying to ask me what level I was … and the DOORS SHUT!!!! And they wouldn’t friggin open, and I’m like NOOOOOOO!!!!! And I didn’t ever see him again. Sigh. We didn’t even say goodbye properly. And get this, I didn’t even get his address or email or ANYTHING. I’m getting depressed thinking about it. AGGGHHHHHHH.
    Poor Sasha. But then if this love is meant to be, it will happen. Fate has a way of making things work out. But personally I think it’s emotionally healthier to date a number of boys because then you can get an idea of what you want in a partner. And it’s okay to really be mad on a boy then go off him when you find out what he’s really like. That’sthe purpose of dating. As my granny always said, ‘Try before you buy.’
    Dear Diary ,
    I’ve been going with Anton Bowler since Tuesday. I’m taller than him. Well, practically every girl is taller than him. I have to wear flat shoes and walk round with my knees bent when I’m with him otherwise I can see his dandruff. He’s rich, that’s why I’m going with him. Already he’s bought me an orchid in a plastic box and some Black Magic chocolates .
    I was a mean cow wasn’t I? Back then an orchid in a plastic box was kind of like a dozen long-stemmed red roses today.
    Often we valued our boyfriends by what they gave us. You might think this was awful. Or maybe you still do it. You see, most women seem to equate a boy’s love and admiration with what they spend on her. It probably goes back to caveman days when the guy lugged in a dinosaurand said, ‘Here, darling, I brought you a present.’
    There’s this sort of thinking that if the boy really likes/loves you he’ll buy you nice things to show this. Then of course you have to show your girlfriends. The more expensive the present, the better the status. That’s how it works.
    Most boys don’t know this. They know that girls like flowers and chocolates. They don’t know why. They can’t understand why girls get upset when boys forget birthdays, the second ‘anniversary’ of the first date last month, or when they buy crappy stuff and they think it’s lovely.
    When I was going with my husband-to-be I really wanted an orchid to wear on my dress. They were expensive. But it was a sort of trophy.
    You had to have an orchid. And he couldn’t understand why I bawled for an hour and wouldn’t talk to him and was so upset when he bought me a whopping great bunch of gladiolis because he ‘got more flowers for the money’. You see?
    Boys seem more sophisticated now. Most of them do seem to turn up with the red roses and chocolates. Sometimes they do it because they like you. Sometimes they are “trying to get in yourknickers” (as my granny always said).
    For whatever reason it’s nice to get gifts from boys.
    But back to Anton Bowler and the dilemma of rich guy, square creep. What do I do?
    Dear Diary ,
    I’ve just learned that you can’t be everyone’s best friend. Flora McDonald’s told me that she’s changed her mind and I’m NOT coming to her party if I bring Anton Bowler because he’s too short and he’ll spoil the photos. What a hag! So. Do I dump him