It's been weeks since him and I last spoke. I had to leave for work; it was my first day waitressing. He said "bon courage" and I said "merci beaucoup". I did something unlike myself and told him that I loved him, and he said that he loved me and called me ta chéri. and I left for work. and that was the last time we spoke. No arguments. No disputes. No discrepancies. I'm not upset. I feel slightly foolish and slightly free. I wish that he would speak to me, but then again why can't I speak to him? Why should I always wait for him? I always rely on men to make the moves because I'm afriad of looking stupid. However, they're probably as scared as I am. So today I bought two fish and named them "Lucille" and "Pièrre". I also dyed my hair again, but nothing exciting. I went bowling last night too. and I bowled okay.