Lucky number, that is.
I’ve always been partial to 19. I’m not exactly sure why this number in particular, or even when my crush began. But if I end up being the 19th person in line, or leaving the 19th comment on a blog post, or receiving 19 Hershey kisses, it makes my day. I could even try to claim that the year I was 19 was the best year of my life…
But it wasn’t. That would be exaggerating.
Back when I was in college, I had a good friend named Chris. I think he may have wanted to be an even better friend. He gave me a t-shirt emblazoned with Hey 19, and when that didn’t soften me up he gave me an entire MILE 19 road sign, complete with the post still embedded in cement, and covered with dirt. Lots of dirt. Chris left it outside my dorm room door for me to find the next morning. It was quite a surprise, to say the least, though I had to spend the better part of the morning tracking down the dorm janitor so that I could borrow a vacuum. Poor Chris. His heart was in the right place, even if mine wasn’t.
So while Chris was left, those many years ago, to find true love somewhere else, my fondness for 19 has endured.
And my favorite perfume?
Do you have a favorite number, and if so, which one?