The start of something

I’d like to dedicate this post to my dad, who told me emphatically before I left for college that he was sending me to school to get an education, NOT to meet a husband. (I did both.)

I pulled this nugget from an old journal:

“I was in my PJs, thinking of going to bed early, but I got on instant messenger and Greg was on. He asked if I wanted chocolate cake. I said yes, so I went over to his apartment. The cake was good. The conversation was good (his roommate Kenny hung out with us as well). I had to leave at 2 a.m. because my car was in a tow zone. He is really a sweet guy.”

-Feb. 1, 2001