I was in a café and the waitress came to me. She was Spanish, and her hair was cut short, she was very attractive. She chatted me up and I continued enthusiastically. She asked for my number. I extracted a large notebook which was my diary, and she begun browsing it. I had mixed feelings, one the one hand there were personal things there, and at the same time I thought "there's nothing there that I should hide". She liked my diary a lot, it was full of drawings and outlines, and she wrote down her number wholeheartedly. I felt pride and deserving of love.