23 January 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)
I ate a posh beet salad at Frankie's. The conversation tasted like beets-- weird but healthy. Unbelievable details about Wendy's romantic past were revealed to me which pretty much cleared up her inability to be in love with me.
I held her face in the brilliant sunlight... we agreed that we would remain friends.
I won't feel bad unless another guy enters the picture.