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Dear Diary,

I went to this party with my friend. I got all dressed up and made up. I looked sexy for once in my life. I had a few guys talking and flirting with me, but I only could focus on one guy I talked to. I bumbed into him actually by accident. We talked for a bit and he told me he wanted to see me more and we exchanged numbers. He was truely beautiful.

As the night went on, I eventually got tired of guys trying to flirt with me and get with me right on the dance floor, so I left with my friends back to my friend's house. But before we actually left, I noticed my one friend was talking to the guy I was really into at the moment. He agreed with whatever she said and then she rejoined us.

Back at her house, I sat in her spare guest room, wiping off all the make up I had on my face. The wipe was really dirty, gross! I threw the wipe in the trash bin my the door when the door open. I froze comepletely still. It was him. The look on his face was a mixture of shock and confusion. I began to tell him I was sorry for my sad excuse for a face when he placed his hand on my face and gently kissed my lips.
He looked into my eyes and told me he prefered this face better. It was beautiful. I guess it goes to show you that make up may make you attractive, but that right guy will prefer the face underneath it all.

Your truely, a very happy teenage girl

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Dear Diary,

I went to this party with my friend. I got all dressed up and made up. I looked sexy for once in my life. I had a few guys talking and flirting with me, but I only could focus on one guy I talked to. I bumbed into him actually by accident. We talked for a bit and he told me he wanted to see me more and we exchanged numbers. He was truely beautiful.

As the night went on, I eventually got tired of guys trying to flirt with me and get with me right on the dance floor, so I left with my friends back to my friend's house. But before we actually left, I noticed my one friend was talking to the guy I was really into at the moment. He agreed with whatever she said and then she rejoined us.

Back at her house, I sat in her spare guest room, wiping off all the make up I had on my face. The wipe was really dirty, gross! I threw the wipe in the trash bin my the door when the door open. I froze comepletely still. It was him. The look on his face was a mixture of shock and confusion. I began to tell him I was sorry for my sad excuse for a face when he placed his hand on my face and gently kissed my lips.
He looked into my eyes and told me he prefered this face better. It was beautiful. I guess it goes to show you that make up may make you attractive, but that right guy will prefer the face underneath it all.

Your truely, a very happy teenage girl