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5:44 p.m. - 2003-03-01 I got my hair shampooed, trimmed and blow-dried straight, to get rid of my fucking curls. I know my hair can't look decent without professional help. I decided against any new clothes-- sure, I'm looking forward to this date, but I can't go nuts. I'm just not a clothes buying kinda guy. I'm pretty low-maintanence when it comes to my appearance, although I obsess about it all the time. So, listen to this bullshit. I see Alex online about an hour ago. She says, "Bill, can I ask you something? Should I bring protection tonight?" SHOULD I BRING PROTECTION TONIGHT. What kind of awkward, fucked-up question is that? WHO ASKS THAT? Thank god we were online, so she couldn't see my mouth gaped open. I said something like, "I'm very safe so I always have something with me, but let's not worry about that right now." She said she felt stupid for asking, and begged to change the subject. I said, goddamn! So, the question of sex lingers in the air. All I know is, I look good: Black, cotton, fancy top, dark blue Levis, loafers, straightened hair, Lacoste Por Homme aftershave. But back to sex. I don't completely trust myself when it comes to sex. I don't always know when it's right, I don't know when to say no. Maybe if I'd been having sex for years, I'd be better experienced at this. It's kinda like, when I have the oppurtunity, I take it. And I don't know if I'm gonna take it tonight. 
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