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Dear Diary,

I said I would do it and I did. I asked Spike out on a date. He said *yes*!

Okay, okay. So it didn't go as smoothly as all that. I stuttered and blushed the whole time I floundered my way through the asking process. To Spike's credit, he didn't laugh at me. What's more, I nearly split my face in half with my smile when he agreed to go out with me.

That's when he said, "So Pet. Where do you plan on taking such a handsome and sexy vamp as myself?"

I told him that I had been considering Miniature Golf.

That little bit of information segwayed directly into our first official "fight" as a semi-official "couple". It was very highschoolish and dramatic. Lots of shouting and hand waving. Not to mention foot stomping. Very invigorating and nothing got broke. All in all, a good little argument. And I'm somewhat of an expert at them.

Go ahead and laugh, Diary. I know you want to. However, it took me over an hour and a half to convince the bleached idiot that he did *not* have to wear those "bloody awful plaid knickers with a matching cap" in order to be allowed on the playing course.

My neighbors must think we are nuts. That's okay though. I got my second Spike Kiss out of it. Spike sure knows how to say "I'm sorry" really really well.

Any yeah...it *was* as yummy as the first one.

Alexander L. Harris

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