I’m superstitious about fortune cookies— I’ve saved every fortune I’ve gotten since I was like, 12. I treat them like Magic 8 balls or tarot cards; always ask myself a question before I open them, then read the fortune in accordance to that question.
So, before I opened one today, I thought to myself, “What’s up in my love-life? Why are these Minnesota boys so on-the-fly all the time? I’m casually dating three of them right now, and they still don’t add up to one real, present dude.”
I cracked, chewed, and read: “Hone your competitive instincts.” Then, I flipped it over, and low and behold, found my lucky number on a fortune for only the 3rd time. I’m taking this as a sign. Yikes. I forgot how miserable the early stages of dating can be sometimes.