A short entry this time. I forgot to mention my truly first encounter with the opposite sex, which was very brief. I was about 10 years old. It was summer. I was hanging out at the public swimming pool all the time. Typically there was a girl there named Tandy who went to the same Church as me; we were acquaintances if not friends. All of a sudden she comes up to me and asks me to go steady. I gave her a hard time about it and turned her down, but she kept pestering me, asking over and over again. Eventually I relented and she seemed satisfied. Several weeks passed without spending any time or doing anything together. I didn’t even see her very often. Then, one day, I was visiting her at her apartment complex and a teenage guy yells across the parking lot, “Hey, Tandy! Is that the guy who used to be your boyfriend?” in a sort of derisive tone and she got upset and yelled, “Shut up!” I asked her what had happened between us and she answered, “I only liked you back then because you were tanned.”