You’re picturing what kind of job you’ll have; what kind of person you’ll be; what you’ll look like. When you’re in third grade you try to picture what sixth grade will be like. When you’re in sixth grade you try to picture what ninth grade will be like. And one of the great, eternal questions you ask yourself during those long years of anticipation is: When will I meet my first boyfriend? What will he look like, how will he sound, what will he wear, and, most important, what will it feel like to kiss him? I’d been asking myself those questions for as long as I could remember. And as I got older and older, and all the girls I knew met their first boyfriend, kissed him, broke up with him, met their second boyfriend, kissed him, broke up with him, and had already moved onto their third boyfriend before I’d even had a boyfriend at all, I started to worry that I would still be asking myself those questions when I was a fifty-five-year-old woman with chin hairs and pink curlers.
