November 18, 1992 - Wednesday
It's amazing how you can think that you're upset with someone, but as soon as you see them again, you instantly fall back under her spell. I was right about there being nothing for me to worry about with Melissa. She just already had stuff she was going to do. I should be thankful that she squeezed me in to her weekend at all. When she asked me how my weekend was in class on Monday I told her that it was pretty bad. Her's sucked too, which made me feel better. Maybe she should have spent it with me. Ha ha. Fran‡oise came back over and sat by me again as well. I really want to do something that will cheer Melissa up immensely. But I can't think of anything. I can think of something that I could do to Melissa that would cheer me up, though.
I went to Computer Monday with Tama because we had an assignment due that night. She went to South Carolina to visit a friend of hers for the weekend. I told her about my crappy weekend. She told me that if she was here, she would have gone out with me. The teacher has threatened to start making attendance part of the grading if we keep missing classes. While we were sitting there, bored out of our minds, she picked up my keychain and was looking at it. She told me that I sure have a lot of fuck tabs. I asked her if she wanted one and we laughed. It's supposed to be good luck sexually if you can pull an aluminum can tab off of the rivet without breaking the ring. I have a whole keychain full of them. When you give one to someone it's supposed to me that you want to fuck them, hence the name 'fuck tabs.'
As we walked into Beaty, we saw a sign that said, 'You're condom or mine?' that was advertising some little talk session about STD's. I said mine, and she said something about hers. I then told her that if she wants to buy the condoms, that I have no objections whatsoever! She told me that she does keep a stash of her own.As we parted in the elevator afterwards, she told me to give her a call the next time I am bored. Interesting.
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