Dear Diary,
I am home from an exhausting week in Pensacola. What seemed to be an uncommon atmosphere for meeting men (see image), I did walk away with some great memories of such company. I have remitted many stories already to you over the past few days and with today being a travelling day for the most part, I don't have too much to add to them.
However, I last told you that I would be returning to the Rocks last night to do some more climbing and a bit of mingling with the instructor. The unfortunate turn of events however was the onset of sore muscles, making the climb much more difficult. I did however strap in to one of the easier courses and made it to the top just in time to repel down and high five the instructor.
Wasn't able to do much more climbing after that so we headed off to the roller-rink and miscellaneous other rec center adventures. Unfortunately none of those adventures included a reappearance of "Man in Tux."
So although the week did afford a good bit of flirting, I still find myself worthy of this diary. A single girl with perhaps a few more sore muscles than last week.
I wonder what tomorrow holds...
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