remember the game? as young(er) girls... we'd list off 4 boys we liked (and maybe one we didn't *makes yucky 'cooties' face*), number from 0-4, list 4 awesome cars & a beater, and top it all off with MASHYO.
Then a friend would draw a bg spiral 'til you said to stop, count the rings or lines, and use that as the gage for systematically deciphering your future!
Fits of giggles, and rushes of warm fuzzies & butterflies would ensue upon the final revelation of our future mansion with the boy of our dreams 2.5 kids and a limo to drive us around. Heck, even if you got stuck living in an outhouse you could console yourself if you scored a dreamy companion...
I long for that simplicity, that sincere faith that fun on paper really could come true! Or even just that feeling, albeit momental, where you could float through the rest of the night just knowing he could be the one!
Oy, where is all this coming from? Well despite the obvious: eternal singleness (bordering on old maiding), there's a randomly odd trigger that set this whole memory into the forefront: a random lyric from a random HipHop/Rap song I was listening to as I plugged away at work
