Fortunes and horoscopes are funny. When I'm single and life is dandy, I don't bother with them. If there is any sort of stress or drama around - I check out the 'scopes.
When I was torn before making the decision to go to New York, I read every horoscope, I could get my hands on. I was ripping through magazines to get to the last pages to see what they said.
And then there's when there is a boy in the life. A horoscope a day...
I'm not kidding.
Then I get to read the couple versions; his daily horoscope; my daily horoscope; the 'attached Sag' horoscope; you name it, I'm reading it.
Fortune cookies. That's a different story. I'm not so into them.
Even though once, the back of one had the following numbers on it: 10 12 6 77 28 4.
They may not mean anything to you, but in that order, they are my favorite number, my birthdate, the age I was when I read the crazy thing, and the numeral calendar day that I read it.
CRAZY. If you ask me. Yes, I played the lottery that night and sadly, didn't win.
Yesterday, I took Cowboy to my Pei Wei. You know the one where I see someone famous each and every time...well, not this time, but something more memorable happened.
Mine read some crazy bullshit like "the day is a new beginning for me". Really? Isn't that everyday? Whatev.
But his...holy crap, his. He read it, blushed and folded it.
"What does it say?" I had to beg. He shook his head, no way was he sharing it with me. Why not?
Of course I sulked about it. I sulked the entire walk home - don't worry it's a short two blocks.
Finally, he reached into his pocket and showed me:
An Unexpected Relationship Will Become Permanent
Well...maybe the day is a new beginning.