At two o’clock, I went to met Sally at the Biltmore Hotel; she was late but boy, she looked attractive. We made out in the taxi on the way to the theater. At the play, the actors annoyed me because, like Ernie the piano player, they are almost too good at what they do and seem full of themselves. During the break, Sally irritated me a lot, by flirting with a pretentious boy from Andover, another prep school. Nonetheless I agreed to take her ice-skating at “Radio City” after the show. While skating, I realised that Sally only wanted to go ice-skating so she could wear a short skirt and show off her “cute ass,” but I admit I found it very attractive. I did say to Sally that we should run away together and escape from society, living on their own in a cabin. She pointed out that my dreams are ridiculous. In no time at all a quarrel was created, I called Sally a “royal pain in the ass,” and she began to cry. I started to apologize, but Sally was too upset and angry with me, and I‘m afraid to say I left…….without her.