I remember as a little girl, I’d mention often to my mother how badly I wanted a boyfriend. Whenever I had a new crush-of- the-month I'd remind her of their name and zodiac signs. I’m not a big fan of Aquarius men. My elementary–still advanced in the worst ways–knew only that boys liked my khaki uniform skirt and that I knew the answers to every assignment. Most days I think of meeting that young girl. Telling her that liking boys is not a personality trait nor is the male perception reality. Though now, I ponder if I still am boy-obsessed. Now I ponder if I were presented with the “perfect man” if I’d return his affection. I ponder myself at the altar in a dull wedding dress. Hand in hand with a stranger, heart feeling empty. Looking into the crowd of buried women- queens. At that moment I stagger. Falling to my bottom. My body is still and breathless.
