Did you ever want a lover? I'm reminded of a line from the beloved "dan in real life" that wonders "when does a bf become a lover?" Eh - don't know? Me neither. I may be jumping the gun here, but,

Love takes so many forms. But the wedding ring kind. The kind you bestow on one person and one person only. Forever. I wore some wedding rings tonight {please, no wild eyes regarding a quick shift in marital status, i was guarding against the dangers of contact intramural sports} and waht a difference a bit of metal and rock on one's finger makes. Personally, seeing that bling on the leftie changes a person in my head. It doesn't make them better or worse, but there seems to be a little asterisk* next to their name in my head from that moment on, reminding me that we're not quiiite on the same plane. 

Anyway, marriage is off in the distance. Way waaay off. So it seems. I still feel young. I still feel like I'm playing a little bit at adulthood. Oh well. Until tomorrow. Or in a few hours when I'm still not snoozing. Au revoir mes amis!!!