October 30, 1952

Tonight is the night I have a dinner date with Mr. Fisher. Edward. He doesn't like me calling him Mr. Fisher. I have the whole day to get ready, and I feel like I need it. I am so nervous. I have never been out on a date before. None of the boys I knew ever asked me. I hope I act alright.  I don't know where we will be going. I don't know what to expect. I hope the dress I borrowed from Bev is alright. I hope the night goes smoothly, and he doesn't think of me as a poor girl without a family.

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