Dear Diary; Last week I spent an hour telling you what I wanted in a man. Then I went to that stupid New Years Eve party. Mandy talked me into going. I didn't want to go, but she convinced me that to find my dream man I had to get out there. Mandy was the only one at the party I really knew, although there were a couple of people that I'd met briefly somewhere.
I spent most of the evening yawning and listening to stale jokes. I turned down a couple of guys that asked me to dance. All I could think about was getting home and getting into my nice soft bed.
At one minute to midnight the crowd began to count down, and at twelve everyone yelled happy new year. Suddenly there was a man standing before me, he grabbed my arms, said happy new year, and kissed me. I Mean He Kissed Me. It was electric, it was heaven, it was as if I'd never been kissed before. When he drew away, I just stood there like an imbecile. I was shaking like a leaf, and staring wide eyed at him, I couldn't get my breath. He smile at me and walked away. I stood like a statue looking after him, until Mandy grabbed me by the arm and asked what the matter was.
I don't know who he is, Mandy doesn't know who he is. No one that Mandy know, knows who he is or where he came from. But, Dear Diary, that is the man I want. Maybe I'll dream about him. Goodnight.