The argument Ron and I had about dates was intense. He would not believe me that I had a date for the ball. Instead he kept trying to take me, as a last resort. The image of his open slack jaw mouth when I walked in with Daphne on my arm will forever be memorable. The next day I officially told them that I was a lesbian. Even with an explanation, Ron still doesn’t quite grasp it. His longing stares and hesitations are not as subtle as he thinks they are. Just another objective that needs to be addressed this year.