Ballroom dancing with boys

When I was thirteen years old, I wrote this in my diary about a classmate:

"All I can think about is *Cute Boy* (Sorry, I won't share his real name because if I did, then I'd have to zap you with a memory-erasing wand immediately. I can't let all the world know his name for surely it'd get back to him! And that cannot happen!). He's a lot taller and his hair is longer now. I can't even talk to him. I mean I do, but it comes out short and I'm terrified. He probably thinks I hate him. But I have dreams of kissing and ballroom dancing with him. He's so cute and nice."

Ballroom dancing. Seriously?! What decade century did I think we were living in? My face burns right now.

Two paragraphs later:

"I get so nervous around boys, even if they're not cute at all! If they're just boys!"

A few entries later, describing an encounter with a boy my age:

"*Friend of cousin* sat down at the table next to me!! I didn't talk to him. I couldn't think of what to say. After a few minutes of eating, I tried to scoot my chair in and my huge piece of cake fell right into my lap! I was so humiliated but I think I handled it pretty well. I just smiled and said, nice one. *Cousin* said she thinks he liked me because he kept staring at me, but more before the cake fell. It got weird when the cake fell. I'm still in love with *Cute Boy* anyway."

Oh, yeah, and at the bottom of each entry, I signed it Jody all fancy and drew a smiling, fluffy lamb beside it because when you have an animal for a last name, it's rock star cool to drop the letters and use an animal icon instead.

Thirteen-year-old me, you've left me peach cheeked here.

Any stories of your childhood dork moments to share? Pretty please! Utter dorks love to hear of other people's dork moments. :)