Dearest Diary,
I spoke to you yesterday of the desire to find a husband. I apologize for making the situation sound so grave, for as it happens, I have been approached by two gentlemen in only the past week. The first was the one Mr. Adam that I wrote about a few days previous. And the second is an apparent acquaintance from childhood.
To claim that I never forget a face would be quite a falsehood for the truth is that I do not recollect this second gentleman at all. Not even in the very least. I am told we were schoolchildren together. I am told that I look no different than I did then. And I have not been told whether he believes that to be to my advantage or otherwise.
The cause for his correspondence mystifies me exceedingly, however. It seems as though he means to pay me a compliment, but I'm sorry to say that he does so rather poorly. I cannot fathom what sort of compliment begins with "I don't know if that's a compliment." And in the second place, why bother corresponding at all if it is not with the intent to revisit our childhood friendship, if it did in fact exist? Contrarily he is betrothed, as it were, to another maiden.
I find no disappointment in the matter, for I am flattered that he would think to write, and I have no recollection of ever meeting this man as a man or child. But I know nothing of how to respond.
Both letters - the one from Mr. Child and from Mr. Adam - have gone unanswered and are sitting exactly where I left them after perusing their contents. If you've any advice on the matter, do pipe in.
If not, I shall return to you tomorrow...
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