As I’m helping my new friend clean out her Attic she yells for me to come over here.

After stepping on clothes, a random globe, some random chicken stuffed animals, and some boxes, I finally find her.

“The chickens?” I ask.

She laughs, “Long story, I’ll tell you later, but look at this.”

I could’ve sworn some instrumental violin was playing, and angels sang as she opened this dark _huge_ wooden box.

“It’s a bunch of souvenirs from each date I’ve been on.”

“What’s this?” I ask, touching some red paper.

“He wanted to marry me on the first date,” she laughed and flipped her hair dramatically.

“Really?” I ask through my laughter.

“Open the paper.”

“Oh my gosh!” I started laughing harder, there was a paper ring made out of a gum wrapper.

“He said ‘he’d buy me a _real_ one next time, let’s just say… there wasn’t a second date.” Her laughter was contagious, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“_That_ soon really, and you didn’t even know the guy?”

“Nope, oh and it gets worse,” she shakes her head in disbelief, holding up a high heel. “He brought me high heels, they weren’t even my size, I found out from a friend they were his ex-girlfriend’s.”

“Oh. My. Gosh. Are you serious? You’re not charity.” I side with her.

“Oh yes,” her disapproving smile said otherwise.

“Anything else that sounds like it’d be out of a movie?”

She grinned, “One guy gave me dead roses, said they were _our love,” _she made air quotes.

I couldn’t help laughing and she joined me.

“Why do you keep all of this stuff?”

“You never know when you need some inspiration, when I write my books, this gives me motivation and brings the memories back.”

She randomly pulled out some pants from somewhere in her maze of an attic, “These will fit hopefully fit you, They’re your size.”

“Thank you.” I smile.

After trying them on, I stumbled upon some random photos of men on a board with a bunch of red lines connecting them.

“You look so cute!” She squeals, then notices what I’m looking at, “Oh, me and my friends like to play murder mystery with our dates, one girl knows the murder and the rest don’t.”

“Sounds fun,” I look at her wondering who she was. I mean it did sound fun but really?

The rest of the day was crazy, let’s just say this day was full of chickens and paper rings.