March 18: National Crochet Week Begins

Jeremy is the only string of hope I have left, and even our relationship feels tenuous. Which is why I went out of my way to smother him with affection today.

I even told him I was ready to do it, and I wasn’t playing around this time. Luke had my head all messed up, but now I know Jeremy’s the one I belong with, and I need to do this to prove I’m serious.

Jeremy hedged at first, worried I wasn’t really ready, but ultimately relented when I stuck to my story. He said his parents were going up to Indy for a play on the twenty-first, in three days, so that would be perfect. That’d be great, I told him, and meant it wholeheartedly. So there you have it, the official word on my virginity: T minus three and counting.