Where is the line?

Ah, today is now over, it has been a long day. This is partially due to the controlled events of the day, and partially due to the ones that cannot be so well fixed by my own hands. After setting straight some stuff for graduation, I went on what may be considered a date with an old friend. Now let me say that the context of this date was somewhat unclear which lead to further awkwardness since neither of us were really sure what it was. So, note for the future, be sure that if you are just meeting for dinner, it is just meeting for dinner, and that if it is a date, then it is a date. This would have generally been fine except that since I meant is mostly as a friendly gesture (though I have not ruled out the dating aspect) I arrived quite unkempt with a full beard, messy hair and a fashion nightmare of a clothing color blend, whereas she had done her hair, smelled nice, and was wearing some nicely prepared clothing. The evening went well enough, two hours of conversation passed decently though I would hate to talk to myself for that long, and in the third hour it slowly trickled to a basic halt as we had exhausted most common topics. I did have my common problem of trying to find the line though. My normal scare tactic is to overwhelm a person with the essence of me, and if they stick around through that then I know they deserve to see me at my good and even my best. I fear using this tactic, but do it none the less because if they flee then they have proven themselves not worthy and I can justify moving on. So the evening passed, nothing profound was said or done, and I really don't feel like calling it a success in any way since nothing was really gained other than putting us both in an odd situation.

Later in the evening I went out on a walk as I normally do around 11pm. While there I ran into two girls looking for their sister who had run away form home after an argument with their mother. At first I wished them luck and walked away, but the further I got the more I realized that the world will be a better place if two random sets of strangers can help each other out. So I returned and for the next two hours jogged around the neighborhood searching with them. I wish I could say we found the girl and brought her back home, but after searching everywhere these girls could think of, and everywhere I could remember after living in this neighborhood almost my entire life, we did not find her. Rather they filed a police report and went home, as I too returned home. I pray the girl finds her way back safely.