Stuff I've dug up.
Here's a passage from a diary entry I wrote on today's date 11 years ago. I was 21 (and it shows).
2-11-01
I saw Gabriel again last night. I don't even know why. I don't particularly like him. I think I just want to make sure he continues liking me. Also, I sort of feel sorry for him. He seems lonely and insecure (what other reason for all those ill-timed, inappropriate reminders of his parents' wealth?). Having pity for him isn't the same as finding him appealing, mind you. On the contrary, I think he's a status-obsessed, self-absorbed, mean-spirited brat. I'm just saying that I understand what drives all the brattiness. It doesn't make me like him, but it does provide me with enough sympathy to sleep with him.
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