Have you ever fallen in love at first bumpersticker? It happens to me all the time. Not like romantic love — I am married after all — but like you are my soul mate and we should backpack around the world together.
I see a bumper sticker of a pink ribbon that says “fight like a girl,” and I think, “Yes! Girls fight!” I agree with you. Be my friend.
I see a stick figure with six dogs, and I want to go play with their dog. Your car supports the politician I like: I want to have coffee with you. That Disney annual pass holder magnet means we should spend our whole lives in Disney world together.
If I’m stopped behind you at a red light, I start imagining the conversations we would have.
You like world peace?
I like world peace, too!
And then we jump in happy circles together. It’s amazing. It’s instant kinship!
If the red light is really long, I start imagining our lives together. We go sailing because that’s where you’d rather be. Then we drink beer because we both like that brewery. It’s a meaningful relationship.
Until the light turns green and you drive away, leaving me shattered, thinking of the things that could have been as you leave me behind. But then someone has a Mickey Mouse antenna topper, and I forget all about you and start all over again.