—a girl on whom I had a crush, October–November 1971.
Sunday 31 Jan. 1971:
Gospel service: Several, about five or seven, professed Christ…—i.e. responded to the after-sermon appeal for people to “give their hearts to the Lord”, including Sandra Mathys, probably, whom Peter Gooding brought; for compare 2 Feb. 1971.
Tuesday 2 Feb. 1971:
Bible Study:… Peter Gooding’s (female) friend…—Sandra Mathys, probably—
…is nice-looking. She came and, I think, professed Christ on Sunday.Sunday 7 Feb. 1971:
Gospel service: I was a steward. ?Sandra—a new convert; Peter Gooding brought her last Sunday—has been in every meeting (this is encouraging) and now this Sunday brought someone, ?her mother, with her. This is really good, really thrilling.Sunday 9 May 1971:
[Gospel service:] After saying goodbye to Gillian, I found outside the chapel a girl Sandra had brought — quite pretty. I got talking to her (a knight in shining armour was I; she was on her own, I had to rescue her). I was pleased because I overcame shyness. “Is this your first time here?” (“Yes.”) “What did you think?” (“It’s different.”) Etc., etc. Peter Blundell joined in later.Between this diary entry and the next, I stopped going out with Gillian.
Thursday 21 Oct. 1971:
I ended up wishing I had had a lift home off Sandra Mathys. In the prayer meeting tonight she came and sat with me. This made me feel rather nice! Afterwards she (in a friendly way) accused me of not taking part in the prayer meeting and of wishing it would finish. I challenged her to “justify your hypothesis”. This was quite an interesting conversation. She is quite pretty. She is attractive.Thursday 28 Oct. 1971:
Prayer meeting: Unfortunately, Sandra, looking gorgeous in a white jumper and a long black skirt, didn’t sit with me. However, after the meeting I persuaded her to give me a lift as I was invited to James’s, and she did. (I learned then that she’s Canadian. Of course, that’s how come she has an accent!) At James’s, he showed us his automatic piano, stereo system, etc. When the others left, I stayed and conversed with James. Now with Steve when first converted, I got a funny feeling about him, which dispersed when some things he said re conversion “rang true” and I knew he was regenerate. Unfortunately, with James I don’t seem to get a “ringing true”—a strange feeling… A longish walk home in the early hours. I am enamoured of SANDRA MATHYS.Friday 5 Nov. 1971:
At work Steve fired a dart he had made from a pin using for a pea-shooter the tube of a felt-tip pen. I exploded with rage and said, “You bastard!” We didn’t speak for the rest of that afternoon. But I hadn’t expected him to do that; however, I regretted my words.
Sunday 7 Nov. 1971:
Gospel service: Before the service Sandra walked in. Maurice said to me, “She’s dropped her comb.” I picked it up, smiling visibly at this opportunity. After the service I, having just been offered a lift by Heather to David’s, said (nicely) that I might be able to get a lift with “someone else”, and walked over to Sandra. I hung around when she was in conversation with Pastor about some letter defending the Christian faith, then asked her if it was hers. I felt a bit silly; it was a man’s comb anyway. Anyway, when the subject of going to David Ratcliffe’s came up, she in response to my invitation said she’d come, so I had a lift in her car to David’s… I really wanted in fact to return with Sandra in her car, but I didn’t want to push myself on to her too far. So I let them decide who was to take me, “so that they wouldn’t be jealous” if I made the decision, I said. Unfortunately, Heather offered. Consolation: I sat in the front seat with her, with the usual comments about me and Heather from her sister Lindsey. Heather asked me if I wanted really to have a lift with Sandra, and to this and other questions re me with regard to her. I gave very vague and negative replies.Thursday 11 Nov. 1971:
Prayer meeting: I arrived at church and sat on my own in the middle of a row, explaining to certain, e.g. Mrs. Wood, that it was in case any young lady might happen to come in and sit by me. To my great joy, this happened: Sandra Mathys came and sat by me. It wasn’t a prayer meeting; there was a missionary from nationalist China, with slides and talk. “I LOVE the Chinese PEOPLE!!” he kept saying. Afterwards I had a talk with Sandra, after which she invited me to meet her tomorrow night to go to a Springfield Methodist Bible meeting for young converts at someone’s house. Well, she made me ask her, and she accepted! This is all right, I thought. I’d been trying to get to her on several occasions, and I thought, “Aye, aye, nod’s as good as a wink: she’s reciprocating.”Friday 12 Nov. 1971:
I walked down dark lanes to Sandra’s. She was outside, having just arrived by car. We walked past the “Squirrel”, but she didn’t know where this house was supposed to be. And since neither of us was willing to knock anywhere, we decided not to bother going. The question “What to do?” was therefore thrust upon me. “Social club!” So we had a walk there. The “Mustachios Banjo Band” were on. I paid for her. We met Mo and her bearded friend; we didn’t converse with them. I felt distinctly embarrassed since I didn’t know anyone there. So I phoned Steve. He was not in. Too bad, I thought, it would be all right if he were here. Not particularly enjoying the band, we left, and were going to Steve’s, but stopped off at our house and remained there a few hours. We had two cups of tea, and conversation in my room, about her living in CUBA among peasant villagers and in Switzerland. We told a few dirty jokes which made us feel rather disgusted with ourselves. Apart from this, I thought the conversation was interesting and very enjoyable. I like it when I meet somebody new, particularly Sandra who has seen so many interesting places.Sunday 14 Nov. 1971:
Gospel Service: I was a bit put out because Sandra passed me without so much as a word.
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