I feel a lot like the girl who's picked out her bridesmaids' dresses before the guy even proposes...you know the girl. Mine is job-related, but still annoying/exciting/nail-biting.
I spent summer of my freshmen year in college analyzing if a certain day was more likely to bring the intended (and already discussed) proposal with a certain reader that will remain un-named. Not to say it wasn't exciting when she called me from the top of Stone Mountain - she certainly seemed excited, and I know I was - but still, there were equal amounts of relief that it had happened and there was no need to worry about whether it would anymore.
That's the summer I decided that I really hoped I'd be completely caught off guard by a guy proposing, so much so that I'd ask him politely if I could have a day to think about it so that I would be able to put my whole heart in it and know it was the right decision. My friends say that is rude and would be a guy's nightmare, but it's still my dream. I really hate the foregone conclusion. The idea that you're so sick of waiting for something that it's hard to even enjoy it once it comes your way. You're just relieved that the freaking waiting is over.
Aren't there a few people out there who still get carried away with luck and are surprised by their good fortune? And if so, can't I dare to dream that I might one day be one of them?