A Curious Girl: Love love love is a dangerous drug

Why shouldn't I laud my love?
My love is highly laudible
Indeed, she would be perfection
Were she only always audible
-Ogden Nash (possibly misquoted)

Matt Richards has written me a poem. He says he'll show it to me next week. I'm quite impressed that he went to the effort, actually, and this only makes the current situation more confusing. He's after my heart. I'm after David's. Is David after anyone? Is anyone after Matthew? If so, I will have to come up with a plot, with Susannah (his sister) or someone. It will stop me feeling guilty and give him someone to give poetry to and boast about football to. I hate football.

For some reason I have got back into the habit of putting prepositions on the ends of sentences. Ah well, up yours to grammar, it sometimes sounds much better.

Susannah said he was doing work experience with children this week. I wonder why he didn't tell me that, it was much more impressive than his hundreds of football injuries. What's more, at tuck today he told Susannah to go away so we could talk about more mature things than she could understand! (Susanah's 11, a nice age, I feel) Surely anyone who has to say they are mature isn't all that much. He must have been feeling self-conscious.

David (actually, I think I might as well start calling him Dave, why not? Although it may confuse Nicky) gave me a glorious smile today and I almost thought I'd given him my card already, but this is ridiculous. He was also wearing a gaudy green suit, which I didn't like much. But then, I'm not exactly the snappiest dresser myself, and he's dressed quite normally usually.

Chris is still awaiting a reply from Andy. She keeps saying that he can't have checked his e-mail. I have seveal theories about why he might not have replied if he has, but she would not appreciate any of them. Some she wouldn't if they were right, some if they were wrong. No need to worry her! Plus, they are all fairly ridiculous.

Also, I heard about someone in their mid-twenties who has never had a girlfriend. So I am feeling better, and anyway, I'd like to point out that it is merely a different way of going about it, rather than diving in as soon as you find someone you think is remotely attractive.

I can't think of any more love issues at the moment, so I think I'll just record today's note from God.

"Dear Helen, Don't be afraid. I'm always here, so don't be nervous. All my Love, Dad."

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