The choice is yours, Daniel-san

I found one of my old diaries and I have decided to share: (unfortunately, I can't post a picture of this particular entry , as it was written in French and well, that would just be mean. Although it ís a shame you won't see the sparkly pink ink and the use of exlamation mark smiley faces)

"...Hannes actually spoke to me - directly to me - today. For the first time (at lunch!). His friend David kept tapping me on the shoulder (They were sitting behing me & Ann!) So I turned around and looked right into Hannes' Big Brown Eyes (The biggest!!) and he goes "Do you have a quarter?" and then I said "A what?" and he said "A quarter." And of course he picked a day when I didn't, so I said "No" And then he kept asking everyone, but I was so happy after that. I only wish I had a quarter to give him, then he'd have to pay me back so he'd have to talk to me again!..."

I love the detailed transcription of the conversation and especially my twelve year old reasoning. I was convinced having a quarter would have changed my life because he would have "had" to pay me back and then he would have "had" to talk to me again.
And thus declare his undying love.
And ask me to go steady.
And have hot unprotected sex with me in his Mazda Miata. (well, maybe not quite yet...)

Sigh. I'm going to try this tactic out on my mechanic and/or mailman tomorrow.

So, if you see a crazy woman running down the street chasing a man in uniform/overalls yelling “I know you NEED a quarter and I have one, I have a quarter for you! TAKE MY QUARTER!”
It’s just me.
Do not be afraid.

Anyway, back to my OhI'mjustpeelingpotatoeslalalaheywaitisthat?ohmygodthepotatoes!they'reALIVEandscreamingandPISSED-dream now.
Go forth and be brave, pound puppies.