I Pledge My Love To You-At Least Until Next Tuesday

Blessed hindsight is 20/20, but it would also be nice if I could have less of an insane biological imperative when it comes to dating dudes. I will fall huuurd--the more unavailable, detached, checked out, fucked up, the better. And suddenly within hours, days, (sometimes seconds) I've planned out the names of offspring, a desirable neighborhood, and possible daycare in the area. The inner dialog will go something like this: "hmmm, he's got crazy curly hair even though he keeps it cut short but if we have a daughter I may have to look into getting her a relaxer, and his mom lives in Detroit and there's no freakin way I'm moving to Detroit but what if we need her to look after the kids, maybe we could fly her out here like 3 months out of the year and after the wedding--oh yeah, the wedding, maybe we could meet halfway and have it somewhere romantic like Napa or Cabo or--wait, he said he loves Austin maybe we could have it in Texas but it would have to be in the winter or spring, although I really want a June wedding but it's already humid and I'm not too sure about the musician thing, maybe I could turn him towards web design or turn him into some kind of hip computer geek that at least would make decent money so I wouldn't have to work all the time---I'm sorry, what was your name again?"