Wooo! Guess who was popular enough to be invited to a barbecue by Kyle Anderson?
He Facebook-messaged me out of the blue a bit after I finished writing my last diary entry. And of course I said yes - what social status respecting teen wouldn’t?
So yesterday evening I turned out in sleeveless top and denim skirt at his house. Throughout the course of the barbecue, I had a cheeky sip of vodka from Charli’s bottle in the knowledge that I’d be driving myself home, flirted with some cocky boys, pretended to look impressed as Kyle and his best mates splashed around in the pool in his back garden and put two burgers and a hot dog inside me. Note to self: swim that off at some point.
I got several appreciative glances - for the usual reasons - but I didn’t really fancy going out with the boys who shot those glances, so pretended that I hadn’t noticed.
Henry was there, looking sharp and handsome as always. He told me some ridiculous thing like he missed me and I invented a feeling of sadness at us having broken it off, but we both knew that it was all lies and a weird sort of social convention. While dating, we’d got bored of each other and neither of us was what the other had really been looking for in a partner. Nothing more to it - no extreme pain at the thought of not being boyfriend and girlfriend anymore, and no regrets or guilt. I can honestly say that I have no worries about moving on.
While Kyle’s party wasn’t the best one ever it provided a great kicking off to the summer. It gave me excitement at the other events to come later on in this month, or in the next, and it was a nice reminder that your peers at school do actually remember you when the holidays arrive. :)
Still waiting for a tall, dark stranger to come and sweep me off my feet. ;)