I love blogs, because somehow I can hop-scotch from one to another, first hopping on one foot, then two, meandering my way down a path of people and their stories, until suddenly I’m lost, and I don’t know how I got there. And then I discover the thoughts of a stranger who seems remarkably similar to me.

It’s like the six degrees of Kevin Bacon. I’m terrible at that game, though, because I’m way behind on my movie watching, and I’m bad with names.

But I digress…

Check out this post, from some kid in Austin. He’s only 20. I think I may copy him. I made a list back in college of things I want from a husband. They’re funny to look at now, because they were written while I had a serious boyfriend, but I was probably mad at him at the time, so some of it describes him, and some of it is the EXACT OPPOSITE of him. I was probably trying to make a point. Ha… sometimes I like to do that.

Since then, I’ve revised my list, checked it several times, and thought about ripping it up and starting over. I have learned a lot about what I want on that list. It’s fun to look back at the original, when I was so young and idealistic, back at age 20.

Back then, I assumed I’d be an old maid if I wasn’t married by 25.

Ahh, the ignorance of youth.