Dearest Diary,
I'm afraid I have been a maiden of few words as of late. But to be perfectly frank, I've not much to say, either. I have done a great deal of thinking about two gentlemen in particular. One is most decidedly eager for an attachment. The other is at present only an acquaintance. The trouble I fear is that I wish for the reverse of the matter. And yet even the reverse troubles me exceedingly. Additionally, there are more acquaintances to be made in the coming weeks, and I therefore find it necessary to enjoy the company of many an eligible bachelor.
With little else to add to such a preponderance, I am grateful at last for the arrival of the weekend. As tomorrow approaches, I am delightfully prevailed upon to celebrate the birthday of a dear friend, who wishes to mark the occasion with an asian manner of tea, followed by a sport very unlike that of cricket or polo. It is a game I have played very rarely, but often enjoy.
And of course as evening draws near, there are the church services to enjoy. But that is tomorrow...
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