Handwritten page of a diary dated April 20, 2000
… thought it was a name I’d be writing about a lot. Ryan. Liked him in chat. Said I’d meet him in the park since I was dying to be distracted away from my physics homework. Thought maybe he’s too much older than me. But whatev.
The real life talking was going ok. And he was cute enough I guess. Then I decided to ask the question Justine taught me to ask — can I see a picture of your last girlfriend? He said ok.
Got home and it was already in my email inbox. Whoa. Sorry Ryan. Buh bye.
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