May 12, 1993
I asked her on the last dance: "Stairway to Heaven." She put her arms around my neck, and we swayed. (It's how you "dance" at dances. You sway back and forth like you've got a major wedgie, and then you get seasick.) She moved closer and closer (I think it was because she kept accidentally moving back, not because she likes me). Then, it happened. She said it. "Uh...you don't have to answer this...it's, ah, kinda weird. My, ah, friends have said you liked me...Do you?" My stomach did a backflip, and my mind was racing. What should I say? No? Nah, I don't wanna lie. Don't answer? No, I'd look like a jerk. I looked at her and nodded my head like a fool. She simply said, "Oh," and kept on danc--uh, swaying. If only I could remember the expression on her face at that moment. I think it was the inevitable "Yup, I thought so" look, but I'm not sure. I hope it was the "good, 'cause I like you too," look, though. After that dance she said "Bye Dave," and patted me on the shoulder and walked away. I couldn't explain the feeling I felt right then. It was like I was happy, sad and nauseous. I knew something, though. That question meant something.
Before I left, I talked to Mike and stuff. While he talked, I wasn't listening. I was watching her. She was talking to her friends. They were probably laughing. With that thought, my heart sank into my Nikes. I left with a really weird feeling. A feeling, though, that said, "Hey, maybe she likes me?" Wouldn't bet on it.

I left out some names here, because some of these people are still around and I don't want to embarass them even more. Though the girl in this entry was my fixation for a long, long time, I don't remember this incident at all. I also don't remember writing "my heart sank into my Nikes." What a little ass I was.
As another post says on this site, this is only the tip of the iceberg. I've realized that much of this journal ("diaries" are for girls!) was devoted to dances, being the hellholes of stress that they were.