The angst, people, the angst
That's the entire entry. I wrote it in a van full of people on my way to Halifax for the Canadian Lifeguard Championships. My mind was on about fifty other things when John cornered me (I ended up forgetting my uniform, as it happens). Oh, and I had a wicked crush on John, of the kind you never expect to come to fruition because the guy is older and you still think of yourself as gawky and geeky.
The weekend was a revelation - I was the object of much pursuit by a very cute lifeguard from Sackville, who thought I was at least old enough to drink (I was 17! The best compliment for a 17-year-old!) and it made my teammate, whom I'd had a huge crush on for two years, very jealous. It was the beginning of my year as a man-eater.
My most vivid memory of John asking me out: my sandals, because I was staring at my feet.