March 21, 2019:
Another young blonde. A canvasser: she came to the door. Although she wasn't allowed in she came in anyway, sitting cross-legged on the carpet drinking beer, telling puerile teenage jokes with sexual intent. "What does a girl have in common with an airplane? They both have a cockpit." Har har.
But she was extremely pretty and she liked me. We'd make-out in the car, once with her fascinated younger sister trapped in the front seat with nothing to do but watch, wide-eyed and open-mouthed as she learned what older girls do to please their boyfriends.