Diary,
Mission accomplished. Alex told me numerous times that she'd had the time of her life on our date. Skating together at Bryant park, my arms wrapped around her. Sharing easy conversations over hot chocolate, ending the night at my apartment with a bottle of wine or two and home cooked lasagne. I'd contemplated going the whole nine yards with the fancy restaurant and dancing, but that just isn't me and it wouldn't have be unique. Seems it paid off, since I was rewarded with many kisses from Alex throughout the date and promises of many more to come. Now I've gotta go, I need to be at Alex's in 20 minutes, she insisted on returning the favour and taking me on the next date.
Epilogue
3 months later:
Diary,
Alex and I have never been happier, it may seem too soon to be doing this but we're moving in together. It just seems right and we're spending almost every night together as it is, and neither of us can bare the thought of waking up in the morning without the other there. For as long as I can remember, I've always deemed myself unlovable and tainted... How wrong was I?