Dear Diary,
This day of our Lord, 18th of February, 1795,
A singular encounter transpired this day. I was invited to the Harrington’s grand ball, where I had the honour of making the acquaintance of Miss Isabella Harrington. Her beauty and grace bespeak a lady of impeccable breeding. A promenade in the moonlit gardens brought forth enjoyable conversation, ranging from the philosophies of Voltaire to the beauty of sonnets. Truly, it would be an honour to court such a lady of intellect and charm. Nevertheless, I must proceed with cautious optimism, for in matters of love, the heart is wont to be at odds with reason.
Yours faithfully,
Dear Diary,
September 18, 1960,
I had one of those extraordinary dates tonight, the kind they write about in those teen magazines. Her name is Nancy, pretty with those cute dimples that show every time she laughs. We met at the local diner, and boy! She sure loves her milkshakes. We talked about everything, from our favorite records to the moon landing. Isn't it wild to think man might soon walk on the moon? She seems like a girl of the future. I think I'd like to see that future with her. But, let's not get ahead of ourselves. It was only the first date after all!
Dear Diary,
October 12, 2022,
So, I jumped into the online dating world today. I matched with this girl, Alicia, on Tinder. She likes indie music and vegan food, just like me. We decided to have a virtual date over Zoom, given the ongoing situation. We cooked the same recipe in our respective kitchens, and that's when it happened. I set off the smoke alarm while sautéing onions. She laughed so hard, it was infectious. There's something about her that feels real, even though we were miles apart. I think I want to do this again, minus the smoke. In any case, welcome to dating in the digital age!
