Dear Sally,
I saw Miss Saturday Night again, this time on Friday. It felt like our first time meeting since I was so sloshed when we actually met last week.
Turns out her name is Chrissy. She’s nice. Maybe too nice. She tries to be cool, but I can see the eagerness in her eyes.
I am not sure what she wants. We didn’t talk about that. Mostly we bantered about random things. I have this feeling that she actually wants to get to know me, not just hook up. The thought of it puts me on edge, but I’m tired of not giving people a chance. So I’m going to try this out, as strange as it feels.
I have this nagging feeling that I’m going to end up hurting this girl. I hope I prove myself wrong.
Liana
narinda heng 