Dearest Diary,
It is my opinion that the most assured manner of making the acquaintance of a suitor worth the pursuit is to be in the very worst appearance possible to be received. If I take care to neglect my figure, my hair, and my manner of dress, it is entirely more probable that such a gentleman shall appear in my social circles. These sorts of things always happen when one is unprepared.
Contrarily, if I were to prepare for such an opportunity, one can assume that it will never arise. This is the curse of maidenhood.
However, I have resolved to think no more about it. And to aid in such a task, I have spent a great deal of time this evening in the company of Mr. and Mrs. Ricardo, and they amuse me so. Theirs is a rather unique union as he comes from the country of Cuba, and she from America. I do wish they would visit more often, for they are fine company indeed.
Tomorrow, however, I am to attend a dinner party hosted by General Manning, over a very large Soup Bowl. When the General hosts such an event, it promises excitement. Would that the general were not already married, I should think him a fine husband.
Until tomorrow...
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