Dearest Diary,
I had made a pact with a dear friend that we might make every effort to be out amongst society in the coming months. We were to notify one another of any gatherings or balls to be held that the other might attend. And while neither of us has let the other down in suggesting occasions, I have been distraught that I simply don't know who might be hosting a ball. I have on occasion visited the extravagant events held at the local university from time to time, but it is a rather new form of dance that I'm afraid I'm not very good at. And the carriage ride there is quite long. I do have a cousin in a rather distant part of the country that I have oft been invited to visit and the journey seems a pleasant one. There is much scenery to partake of and I am assured I could convince my sister to travel with me. I am not opposed to such a journey, but it is of little consequence as it does not improve my social standing at home. The time away might serve as refreshment, however.
All is not lost, I must recount. For I was reminded today by a certain student of the imaginative mind of a child and also of the quizzical mind of a gentleman. Living where we do, it is customary to have the occasional rainshower or thunderstorm. This particular child inquired as to whether or not I should enjoy such a storm, to which I responded that I do not. She, apparently in full agreement with the sentiment, then confided that her father does in fact enjoy such storms, and added the comment, "But you know how men are." This, from a girl not 8 years of age. Am I mistaken or do we baffle at the minds of men earlier than we realize?
Nevertheless, I shall re-commence my search for a ball tomorrow...
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