I’m currently attending my father’s project launch party. A lot of military guys are here - high ranking folks like Generals or Sergeants or something. I’m not quite privy to the details of my father’s work, but I know it has to do with combatative espionage and intelligence research. Something like that I guess.

Typically I can manage being around all the suits and execs and engineers, but tonight is different. It’s not because of the army men and their pottymouths…

I’m inside my father’s office writing on my diary tape because I’m too afraid to speak to the pianist! She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I want to say something nice to her - partially because she deserves more than the objectifying catcalls these men keep barking at her from across the room… but partially because she looks — I don’t know — smart? wise? She looks like she has a secret to tell me, maybe about her makeup routine or something! I swear we made eye contact once or twice tonight and it felt so strange. I’m going to try.

As soon as I finish writing and muster up the courage…

Any-time now… hehe.