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// Entry 13 
// Story: Diary Of A Closet Romantic 
// by Lunar Spice 
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Dear Journal,


Well, I got a call back for one of my resumes. It's not a lot of money, but it'll help me get out of the house and have something to focus on instead of wallowing.

I'm working as a mechanic's assistant. Basically just the person giving the mechanic tools as they need them and going over paperwork and safety stuff. But it does let me see a lot of cool cars.

I think I'm partial to dirt bikes and motorcycles. They're fast and free and I love the feeling of being on a bike.

Mine is falling apart. The handles shake whenever I try to slow down and it doesn't accelerate as well as it used to.

I'm not complaining though. It's a good bike and it's gotten me around just fine for a long time.

Although, sometimes I think that I'll crash it and it'll just die completely.

I crash it at least once a week, but I always wear my helmet, so I don't get that hurt. Just a bit banged up and bruised. At this point, when I crash (usually because I'm trying to do a stupid stunt), I'm more worried about the bike than myself.

My parents would kill me if they knew that the bike was my priority. Thankfully, they'll never know. And I wear all the gear I'm supposed to, including these really cool fingerless gloves. They're black fake leather with red accents and a picture of a skull on each back. In other words, super metal.

I have to restrain myself from wearing them everywhere.

I know that she would love them, but I'm not going to show her. Things are still awkward between us because of the 'date'.

I just wish that she would forget the entire thing happened.

It really was fun and we had a good time talking, but it was just awkward. I haven't really talked to her since then, but the next time I see her, I'm going to apologize. I crossed a line. Even though I was trying to be romantic and treat her to a lunch date, I won't do it again.

I hope I'll be able to not humiliate myself next time.