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February 8, 2005
Walking away from the restaurant, I thought, "Why not just talk to her? She's not going to bite. It would make more sense than trying to follow her around the city. And it might not end with a restraining order either."But who was I kidding? Those were the thoughts of someone with balls. The last girl's attention I held for more than 30 seconds was a nurse at the clinic, and I was discussing an unpleasant rash.

I leaned up against a phone booth and stared down at my feet. My shoes were scuffed and I cried on them.