Especially in Michigan

This is how normal teenage girls think
(I played out this impossible
situation in my head and decided to share,
because it is super ridiculous):


I imagined I was washing my car in
my really cute bathing suit top
and shorts (like people
do in movies and shit), and I was looking
all cute and my boobs looked great,
and then who should 
pull up on my street
but the guy I am in love with,
right? 


(Imaginations are great things...)


And lo and behold he steps
out of his slightly effeminate car
and jams his hands in his pockets
and looks at me shyly from across 
the street, looking cute and awkward.


And then he comes over and says
to me, "I miss you. I need you,
I can't really do this anymore."


And then of course we made out
because my imagination
is crazy and decided impossibility
was the way to go.


My brain likes to torture me with
images of things that can't happen,
thanks brain. I really appreciate it.


So maybe if I start washing my car
in my bathing suit he'll show up...
right?