Movies again. "Just Another Blonde." Love is a game of chance, like gambling, at which the player loses. "If two play - they both can't lose. They both win," John says and they do. I should wear all of my dresses cut as low as this one because you should have the advantage of all my beauty. You made me say "yes." Did I say it because I wanted to or because I knew that you would not take advantage of it? Both. I stood at the door so you could not get out. But you had me cornered. You always corner me and make me give me! Do I want to? Yes! If I did not want to I know I could be strong enough not to! Was I sorry I said "yes." No indeed! And a kiss on my throat was because I said yes. And kisses on my lips, my throat, my fingers and for tomorrow evening when I will not see you.
This is the journal of Virginia Lee Scott, my grandmother, written when she was seventeen and first dating my grandfather, John Arnold Wilson. It's a dairy published by Media Drug Stores and includes space for two entries per day, with facts about the era printed at the bottom, which I have included in italics. Following, 1928, is the journal of John Arnold Wilson, my grandfather, at age nineteen and in love with my grandmother, followed by my grandmother's journal in 1931.