Way back when, before blogs existed, I was journaling. Here’s a verbatim transcript of my journal entry from this day, 19 years ago, in 1994.
I came in past the desk, they wear name tags, and there was a Debbie at the counter. I went back to the books and picked one out (I really did need a book, I wasn’t operating on an entirely hidden agenda)
I screwed my courage to the sticking point and went casually up to the desk. By a stroke of fate Debbie was checking out books. She looked pleasant and nice [3], so I said hi and asked if she was Debbie Gordon. We talked for a minute about our mothers. [4]
And she was nice, friendly and pleasant to talk to. I don’t remember much, but she had pretty eyes and a nice, nice smile. [5]
So later that night, between the end of the Purdue-IU basketball game and the start of OT (Purdue won 83-76) I called her and asked her if she’d like to go see Evita w/ me Tuesday.
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The rest, as they say, is history.
Here’s a clip from the actual journal page.
Journal Clip
1. I obviously recognized this was a Big Day to record it so portentously.
2. In retrospect that seems creepily stalkerish. Didn’t seem like it at the time though.
3. She told me later she had a cold and was just miserable.
4. Debbie’s mom and my mom worked together at Fort Wayne Community Schools. That’s how I knew where to go stalk her.
5. That first impression is still true to this day. I still melt when she looks at me and smiles.
Awwwwww……. (and yes that part is a bit stalkerish but we forgive you cause you are a nice stalker)
So sweet!