text: [Themes: love & dating]
  
  After a lovely, rainy day at the zoo together, Michael invited Jyoti to dinner for the first time.
  
  This is how it would be. He would take her back into his room to show her his violin and play her a few bars of Bach or so, and she would be so taken with his mastery of the strings, her eyes would rest in awe upon his handsome chiseled features and her luscious lips would part, ready to be kissed. Michael would lean down from his tremendous manly height to the petite, feminine Jyoti, and their futures would flash before their eyes when their lips touched for the first time. They would then wander into the kitchen to cook dinner together, as a preview of their domestic felicity. The spaghetti would be delicious, and so would the rest of the evening.
  
  The day finally came, and Michael's intended lady arrived at his front door, dressed in careful casualness and brimful of anticipatory nerves. After the initial pleasantries of people who like each other but are still getting to know one another, Jyoti came inside the house and dutifully trotted into his room behind him, mentally noting the pile of laundry shoved in the corner and the clutter of items on the dresser top. She stood watching him shyly as he laid his violin case on the bed and pulled out the instrument. Michael tuned it up, pushed his glasses up on his nose slightly, and smiled at her, bow poised to begin playing.
  
  What should he play?
  
  > One of Michael's compositions
  Michael decided to play something he had been working on himself. Hopefully, Michael thought to himself, this would do the trick to put her in the mood for a kiss. He dove into an impressively complex section, and Jyoti listened with a big smile. When he had finished, she did indeed look as if she could kiss him.
  
  After he put his violin away again, she piped up, murmuring something to the equivalent of, "I made you another note." And she held out a small paper concoction.
  
  They had been exchanging cute little origami-like notes for the week preceding. Michael unfolded the little thing and read it through--a short little poem. When he was done, he thanked her, and thought it must be right time to lock lips.[Themes: love & dating, true story, socially important]
  
  Hello there! You were born on September 18th, 1965 to Ian and Julie Smithsonian. You graduated from Clifford Elementary school where your favorite teacher was Ms. Taylor. She was the nicest. You made it to middle school! Let the braces and acne begin. Your first boyfriend is Bennett Hamdy. You dump him after three weeks. Your best friends are Lauren and Amani. They keep you grounded. In high school, you transition. Your awkward phase is gone, and you sit at the cool table with Torie and Olivia. You start dating Alex Wardwell, captain of the basketball team. You break up with him when you hear Michael hired a skywriter to ask you to Prom. College decisions come out! Congratulations, you are going to Hamilton! You decide to stay with Michael for college. Bennett got into Harvard though, so you regret ending that relationship. In college, you room with Christie, Zahra, and Julia in a quad. You girls have the time of your life. Toward the end of sophomore year, you have to pick your major! You choose...
  
  [Author's Note: The biggest decision you will ever make.]
  
  > English major with a minor in childhood development
  Congratulations! You have graduated! Your senior thesis on The Color Purple was outstanding. Professor McCarthy gave you an A+. Professor Canning thought it could use some work. You and your girls promise to be friends forever. You made so many memories.
  
  Now onto the real world...
  
  > want to go husband hunting!
  You get a job answering phones to catch your boss's eye. He thinks your figure is cute and you move gracefully when you enter the workplace. He also likes your sense of style and has plenty of money to provide for your extravagant lifestyle. You...
  
  > marry him! Perfect
  Big day. White dress. Time for decisions.
  
  > get pregnant immediately
  Congratulations! It's a girl! You named her Jesusa Beyonce! After your three month maternity leave, you have to decide...
  
  > become a stay at home mom
  Good morning! You had more babies. Here is your life as stated by Rosalind (http://tinyurl.com/dyyt5v7):
  
  "We make sure their breakfast is done in the morning before they go to work. The kids have to be dressed, and they also have to eat breakfast before they go to school. We take them to school and wish them a great day. When we get home, we have to do laundry, watch, feed, and change the baby mostly the whole day. Make sure laundry is dried and folded.
  
  Then you sweep and mop. Then you dust. Then you clean the bathroom. Then you go to the kitchen and wash dishes, clean the counters and make sure the fridge and stove are clean. Then you make sure the table is clean. Soon you will get hungry but the baby is crying so you must attend to the baby.
  
  Then you realize that it's time to pick up the kids. You get in the car and realize that you forgot to put gas in the car. You rush and put gas and rush to pick up the kids. Then you get home and see if the kids have homework. You make sure they do it and then check to see if they need any help and to make sure they complete it.
  
  Then you rush to make dinner. While that's cooking, you set the table. The baby is crying, so you must feed her and then change her. Go make sure the food is cooking well. And make sure you don't burn the house down. After the dinner is cooked, you realize you forgot to buy a few items like toilet paper. So you get the kids ready and put baby in car seat and head for the supermarket. You buy what is needed and rush home. Make sure dinner is on simmer.
  
  When husband arrives, the food is set so that we can all eat together as a family. Then the question comes, "Honey, how was your day?" You look at your husband with your hair all messy, your clothes all dirty from taking care of the baby and taking care of all the housework. And then he says, "Oh by the way, can you iron a shirt for me and a pair of pants? Thank you dear, I know you would." I never said yes but that's what they think anyways. And then we ask them how their day was and they answer, "So exhausting."
  
  > You'll get used to it. Tough it out.
  Things are getting better. You're overwhelmed when all the kids are in elementary school, but they get more independent as they grow up. You get bored sometimes, but you fill your time with yoga and the Real Housewives of Orange County. You have wonderful date nights with your husband on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Every April vacation, you stay at your in laws time share in St. Thomas. As the youngest is about to graduate, you develop empty nest syndrome. You get a puppy and name it Dj Ferg. Your marriage falls apart because you were so focused on the kids and now they're gone. And now all you have to focus on is him, and it is disappointing. You move to Florida for retirement and stay in the Villages. You meet up with Alex Wardwell, and you rekindle your love over bowling and golf cart outings.