The Road Less Traveled

When it's time for my next grown-up relationship, I want it to be with someone who wants to spend a year with no address, sail the Indian Ocean, make love in the rain, have babies who speak five languages, and travel all the world while writing best sellers with me.

The end.

The Perfect Boyfriend

...knows what my interests are, respects my viewpoints, listens to my rambling stories, smiles when I need to see one, laughs like an angel, pays for lunch and dinner, introduces me to new and wonderful friends, is patient with my lack of time management, has the best one-liners, always brings me gifts (like a meaty, full body red), is a bright light in my life, has curly red hair, just stayed with me for a week, is leaving to head back to the West Coast shortly, will be desperately missed, and lives off of the music box steps....

The end.

The Woe

Something truly extraordinary has happened. I met someone I really like. He's gorgeous. He's a genius whose accomplishments and benevolent ambitions are unrivaled. We have great conversations. He likes to cuddle. We hold hands when we're walking about town. We are really into each other, and I want to spend every possible second with him. I think about him when he's not around and savor his presence when he is, whether we are talking or sitting in silence. He is so good, and the first in a long time who is good enough for me. He is a dream come true.

Except for the fact that I live in California and he lives in Connecticut, and our little whirlwind romance is set to expire when I board a plane in two days.

I'm trying really hard to simply enjoy what we have now, in these precious moments. And I am trying not to think about whether my boarding that plane Thursday will mark

The end...