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say hi to Greg for me.
    Allie Finklestein's Diary
    PRIVATE! KEEP OUT!
    THIS MEANS YOU, MOM!!!!
    Saturday, November 3, 3:30 p.m.
    OK, there is something seriously wrong with this picture. I go to the mall to see if I can find a non-see-through black bra to go under my see-through black Betsey Johnson blouse, which I was planning on wearing to Kimmy Davis's party tonight, and I come home, and what do I find in my in-box?
    Yeah. That'd be an e-mail from my boyfriend, breaking up with me.
    I guess I'm still in shock, because I don't feel anything yet.
    Except maybe a little heartburn from the Cinnabon I ate for lunch.
    Wait … maybe it isn't heartburn.
Maybe this is what it feels like to get dumped.
I'll have to remember to ask Stephanie.
    But you know, Stephanie totally cried when Todd dumped her outside the Loews Cineplex right before last year's spring formal. And I don't feel like crying.
    Then again, I didn't run out and buy a six-hundred-dollar Nicole Miller evening gown and rip the tags off as soon as I got it home so I couldn't return it if my no-good bohunk of a boyfriend dumped me the night before the dance. Like Steph did.
    Maybe that's why she was crying so much. Because of the Visa bill she knew her mom was going to get.
    There must be something wrong with me. You know, on account of the whole not crying thing.
    But in a way, it's kind of … well, a relief. I mean, Cal NEVER followed my rules. He was completely unsupport-ive of the fact that I want the night I lose my virginity to be
special,
not some grope-fest in his sweaty-sock-smelling bedroom while his parents are seeing
Man of La Mancha
or something at the Chevy Chase Dinner Theater. There should be clean sheets involved, at the very least. And my name spelled in rose petals on the pillows. And a new episode
of America's Next Top Model
to watch afterwards.
    All that, on top of the fact that he was always asking me to
Touch It.
Like I was going to go anywhere
near
It. Espe-cially in his
car.
    The truth is, I'm relieved to be rid of him.
    And that thing with Greg Harding? Hello, perfectly in-nocent. He was talking about obtuse angles and I couldn't get over how cute his lips looked every time he said the word
obtuse.
I just
had
to start kissing them.
    And it was really … nice. Especially since he never once asked me to Touch It.
    And Greg is a surprisingly good kisser, for a guy I'm pretty sure has never been out with a girl before. It must be from all the practice he's had on that trombone he plays in band.
    But there were no tongues involved. Please! I don't know what Steve Dewitter's little brother thinks he saw, but Cal knows perfectly well I'm not that kind of girl. At least, not with a guy who's never even taken me out for sashimi.
    Cal probably thinks I'm going to call or text him as soon as I get his e-mail, begging him to take me back.
    Boy, is he in for a surprise. Goodbye, Cal. Nice knowing you. Glad I didn't waste my hymen on YOU. Not that I have a hymen anymore, because I'm pretty sure it got bro-ken at horse camp that summer I turned ten.
    Oh, Pancho! What a better boyfriend you'd have made than Cal! YOU knew how to follow the rules. I only had to pull on your reins to get you to stop. I should have stuck with you.
    Breakfast:
    One glass OJ
    Diet Coke
    Low-fat yogurt, raspberry
    Lunch:
    Cinnabon
    7 (!!!!!) Do-Si-Do peanut butter Girl Scout cookies
    Pack of Twizzlers
    Calorie Total: 2,415 (!!!!!)
    Note to self: Tell Jilly not to leave open Girl Scout cookie boxes lying around!!!!
    From: [email protected]
    To: [email protected]
    Saturday, November 3, 4:10 p.m.
    OMG, Allie, do u have any idea what Cal is going around saying about u? He's saying Steve's little brother Jeff saw u making out with GREG HARDING. GREG HARDING, that weird guy who plays Dungeons and Dragons and the TROMBONE in band and talks about The Matrix all the time.
    U better get back together with Cal, or ur social cred could be totally ruined by Christmas, and