January 11, 2018:

That's not true. I had my first girlfriend there. Margaret.

She was half-Japanese, with silky black hair and almond half-Asian eyes. Gorgeous.

She introduced me to Rubber Soul, traded class pictures, and offered to let me watch her change pants, which I declined in a gentlemanly chivalrous kinda way. What a douche. Me, not her. I now regret that decision very much.

She moved at the end of term. Her father was a Navy pilot; they reassigned him. She promised to write, but didn't. My first experience of ghosting.

If she had, I'd still be writing her today. I loved her very much.