Early in 1993, I broke down Persephone's resistance and she agreed to be my girlfriend. This involved writing each other notes and holding hands as we walked between classes. I still wasn't sure if she'd punch me for kissing her, so I didn't try.
About a month later, she broke up with me. This made no sense to me; she was my future wife. We were practically engaged. But she wanted to go back to just being friends.
I began tracking the counties I had visited. I reviewed all past family vacations with my parents, asking questions about sights seen and routes taken. Even though my parents were absolutely convinced we had covered everything, years later information keeps coming to light. (This is why the county I'd celebrated as my 1,000th county turned out not to be my 1,000th county.)
Later in the year, my friends said, "There's a girl in one of my classes who says she's been having sex dreams about you all week." That's sort of a weird pretense under which to meet a girl.
At the very end of the year, I turned 16 and got my driver's license.
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