The Sweet Smell of Success, Almost

I am learning to play chess and this weekend I played my sixth and seventh games (ever) against D. He tells me I'm doing well, frighteningly well, for someone who's played a handful of times, but I lost.

I want to beat D, badly, and the fact that he's played since he was five doesn't intimidate me in the least. In both games I took his queen early on; the game turned sour once he killed mine. I was SO close I could smell the victory. It will be mine, soon, victory will be mine.