December 2, 2007:

I took a girl on a date.

To the park in summer. We rode the miniature railroad, ate hotdogs from a stand outside the petting zoo.

She wore a red hat. She was jaw-droppingly beautiful.

And she was a good person. She was kind and funny and not at all big-headed over her looks. She was actually small-headed because she worried she wasn't smart. I thought she was brilliant. She made me laugh. She made me happy.

I adored her, and I took her out just that one time, because I was afraid to hurt her, and because I was inexperienced and had no clue.

If I could return to any day in my life, be given the chance to take back everything that's happened since any one decision, that would be the day I'd return to.