Vanessa and Leslie and I are having a Recovering Yogi creative summit this weekend. I was looking for an envelope and found my old diary from when I was 8 years old. It’s deeply enthralling. This is really embarrassing, but it speaks volumes about my lifelong ability to settle for less when it comes to boyfriends.
What I care about in a man, in order of importance:
- Good handwriting
- That he cares
Also, I don’t remember who Gabe was. Seriously, no clue.
I have a nebulous memory of a Gabe that we all swooned over, but I can’t remember when or where…Did you go to Camp Howe?
Yes! Camp Howe. That must be it. Still, not totally ringing a bell. I had way too many boyfriends when I was 8.