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July 29, 2004
On our miniature golf date, he wore tube socks with two or three bands of color just under the knee. They would've have been bad enough under pants, hidden from plain view, but were even worse because they were paired with too-short shorts showcasing the too-thin thighs that rose above this mess like saplings uncertain as to whether they should be growing there at all.

I can't believe that after seeing him in those socks and shorts, I let him anywhere near me. But I'm pretty sure both were abandoned when I let him have sex with me that night.