I am an obsessive journal keeper. I have diaries dating back to the fifth grade, a journal cataloging all my friendships, several logs on dreams I've had, a couple common place notebooks, a book of magic I've discovered, art journals, books I've read journals, a life goals journals, a self esteem journal and so on and so fourth. For writing this comic, which is currently chronicling the events of four years ago, the most useful of my collection has definitely been my "Him" Book of all the guys I went on dates with. Taking each entry, trying to distill it down to one strip and the reason that I didn't end up going steady with this person has been a lot of fun, though I fear it's making all the guys come off as a lot worse than they were. Seriously, most of them weren't contemptible men, just ones that weren't for me.