Handwritten Journal
Days after my reunion with Olivia, I needed an opinion: ask her out or not?
Truthfully, I was not interested in an opinion. I wanted permission. Being surrounded by career professionals at varying stages in their own marriages was the ultimate source of permission (assuming it was granted). I told the story to them just as I wrote it in my diary. I left out the tiny, small, yet critical detail of her age, however.
