Back when playmate had a different meaning
Being a kid was great.
You didn't need a car.
You didn't need money.
Your meals were provided.
So were your clothes.
Soda was your booze.
No bills, taxes, summons, pink slips.
The social scene was awesome.
Girls liked you for who you were.
Kissing was still that icky thing all your
relatives did when they visited you.
You were expected to get dirty.
Your handmade gifts were appreciated.
Everyone got a Valentine's Day card,
even if it was scribbled with a crayon.
Who needed restaurants and hotels?
Often, you'd show up to a friend's
for dinner, and you'd be asked to
With few responsibilities weighing on
you, your creativity could soar.
Daydreaming was encouraged.
Art, drawing, music and poetry had
a significant role in your life.
You were expected to entertain your
parents' friends with an impromptu
play or skit routinely.
Toys were your drug. Nothing fired your
Looking back from my present, complex
life, I'd be happy just to find a woman that
cherished the same things that I did in
my youth. A woman willing to simplify, to
embrace freedom, creativity, art, and music.
To have dreams that are never impossible.
Someone who values keeping promises,
telling the truth, owning up to her mistakes,
and not being selfish. Someone who will
play nice. Is that you?
Meet you at the sandbox.