Last night, I was reading an In Style magazine from February 2008. That magazine is so old that the baby in Halle Berry's pregnant tummy on the cover is probably driving a car by now. At least, February 2008 *feels* that long ago.
Anyway, there was an article in there about connecting with your boyf or BFF or man-toy or, like, whatever. And amid several super helpful tips about g-spots and texting, it mentioned that if you wanted to make a truly heartfelt connection and really get to know a guy, you should ask him deep questions. Thoughtful questions.
Groundbreaking, I know.
And the example question was: What is one thing you want to do by the time you're 50?
So, being me, I turned to Dr. Krog and asked him that ultra-deep, thought-provoking question. And he answered it, suprising me. And then he asked *me* the same question. So I've been thinking about it, and here are 10 things I want to do by the time I'm 50, in no particular order.
1. Take ice skating lessons.
2. Go rock climbing.
3. Go to a dude ranch and be a real cowboy for a week.
4. Go west and see buttes, canyons, and cacti.
5. Bag a deer and eat it. (After it's been processed, of course. None of that "eating the liver raw to strengthen your warrior spirit" stuff. Well, probably not.)*
6. Be a published author.
7. Have an art exhibit at a professional gallery.
8. Learn how to paint encaustic.
9. Learn how to scuba dive.
10. Travel around the world with Dr. Krog, even if he grumbles the whole time.
Anybody else want to share their list?
Oh, really? Uh huh. Hmm. That's fascinating.
So now I feel that we've made a deep, heartfelt connection, and I will buy you a Cosmopolitan and ogle your goodies. Because that's the way dates work, right?
*Sorry if you're grossed out. I eat meat mainly because Dr. Krog eats loads of it, and my share is just collateral at that point. But I hate the meat industry and slaughterhouses and the fact that meat comes to us as anonymous, easy slabs on styrofoam trays. I prefer the taste of wild game, and I want to feel the connection to my ancestry and the earth, to actually know what it feels like to provide your own food. And, yeah, I'd like a freezer full of venison.