The narrator recalls an encounter with two women about twenty years ago where he asked one of them out but was more attracted to her friend. He corresponded with the friend for seven years, exchanging over four hundred letters and gifts, but their relationship ended when she said he was selfish and easily bored with love. He still keeps photographs of the other woman in his wallet as "unlucky charms" and continues comparing all women to her, showing no regret over how his actions affected his former pen pal.