January 6 - 12, 1964

January 6 - Monday


I had a wonderful, truly wonderful evening. Cliff picked me up in his cute little Volkswagen Beetle and we headed for the Del Rosario residence. I was one of the youngest women there. I met of a couple of senators, Carlos Romulo’s son, some presidents of banks and a Doctora Consing who was very charming. Someone thought I was Cliff’s wife but we tactfully ignored that. Cliff is such a nice person and I’m quite fond of him and a little confused. I didn’t think of Honey once this whole evening. Cliff isn’t Honey but he’s Cliff. There couldn’t be two more different people.



January 9 - Thursday

I went to Mercy’s house this evening and I really don’t know why I go there. It’s just Honey, Honey, Honey, Honey. He lent me TIME and NEWSWEEK and the book “Catcher In the Rye.” I am so crazy about him. I wish I could go out with him on Saturday but that’s life.



January 10 - Friday

Just stayed home and watched “The Bob Hope Show” on TV. Am going to bed early.



January 11 - Saturday

My hair looks great and I only accompanied Mercy to the beauty parlor. Ate lunch at her house. Cliff picked me up at seven sharp this evening. We went to the Madrid, Safari and Shangrila. Saw Dita Veloso with Gigi Garcia at the Shangrila. We danced quite close and held hands and the awful thing about it was that I kept wishing it was Honey and wondered what he was doing. Cliff is a most wonderful guy but I’m not in love with him or even falling for him though I’m afraid he is with me.



January 12 - Sunday

Tonight I realized while talking to Honey that he likes me as a friend, which of course makes me end up nowhere. I feel pretty empty this evening. Sort of devoid of any emotion for anyone. Cliff I just like and Honey - well, he’ll always be tops with me. (And so it goes, and so it is, 40 years later...) Oh well, it’ll all work out somehow. Honey told me this evening he will come with us on the boat trip to Corregidor next Sunday. I’m so glad and I hope everything turns out alright.