Dearest Diary,
It has been nearly 280 days since you and I began this correspondence and I find I am still in the same troubled state of being unwed. I do not fully begrudge such a fact, but I do find that I have ceased the sort of advice that you had once given me. I have not visited the sorts of organizations to which I have been directed. I am occasional, at best, in limiting my meal courses, and I rarely take to the impulse for recreation. I have met very few gentlemen who meet the sort of standards I require in a potential husband, not the least of which is being a like-minded parishioner who is himself unwed. The cause of such a conversation between you and I, Diary, is no less important to me than when we first set out, but I find myself a trifle discouraged this evening. Would that you could offer me the sage wisdom I desire, if it does not consist of advice against matrimony. I'm not fit for such discouragement.
Might I hear from you tomorrow?
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