Dear Diary
I thought I'd be able to fight it, at least hide it but no.. I was casually waiting for Mitch to come and collect me when this young man walked in. I couldn't help myself but thrive to grab those blushin' little cheeks and give him a kiss. The poor boy couldn't take the hint. I tried and tried, but boys are useful when it comes to readin' signals, they're useless ! He was collectin' for some newspaper or other but I wasn't much interested in the cause, only him. He was beautiful. Reminded me on my boy went he was younger. He was ever so polite. Givin' me a light and amusin' my questions, he was a gentleman. A gentleman around these parts are rare, it was a refreshin' sight. I know I shouldn't of kissed him, I know, but I couldn't help myself. I needed to rekindle that rush of youth that I ever so crave from time to time. It was obvious that he didn't know what to do but he was a delight ! Young, soft lips. The lips I have been missin' for.. Oh, I don't know how long. The young man couldn't get away fast enough after that. What would he want with a woman like me anyhow ? Aged and a flirt.. No man wants that. As he left, I felt the feeling rush along with him. Then Mitch came along and that was that...
A really good attempt at capturing Blanche's idiolect - I think you have captured her spoken voice rather than her written voice though. Have a go at the script and think about how she would speak, building on the style you have written her. Shows good understanding of the play.
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