Saturday, September 01, 1990
Part 8 : The WooingSince that faithful day of my confession , I asked Torrence out at every possible chance . Her constant replies of "no" and "dunno" took centre stage . How i hated the word " dunno" . It is the worst possible answer that anyone could recieve . For 3 months , i kept popping the question , till it became second nature to me . But repeatitive disappointment had adverse effects on me . My heart could not stand the ups and downs . Everytime i asked that question , i drew hope from the fact thought that maybe this time she might say yes , and every single time , i was bitterly disappointed . Some time through the month of May , Torrence came down with chicken pox , and she was recuperating at home for 2 weeks. The sit beside me was now uneasily vacant . " absence makes the heart grow fonder ", how true that saying was . I missed Torrence badly . I had intense urges to pay her a vist . But silly me , i did not procure her address . You might be wondering , i could have easily obtained her address from Jacie or Kathleen . But being shy and reserved , to afriad and embarassed to let anyone know of my attraction towards Kathleen , I resisted that idea . It was also in these 2 weeks , that repulsive events took place .
End of part 8
x penned @ 11:53 AM