10 years ago, I believed there would be a man to be my husband, as knowledgable and profound as a scholar, as brave and strong as a knight.
10 years later, there is a man becoming my husband. But no longer a scholar or a knight.
10 years ago, I felt I was poor even though I could spend half amount of paycheck on a gift for my love.
10 years later, I am poor because it is a luxury to buy two tickets for the new released movie. Rather, rent them after it is available on stocks of Blockbuster.
10 years ago, the only way to meet a man is to go to dancing party. He danced with me the whole night. But he still didn't dare to ask my name and phone number.
10 years later, one of ways to meet men is via the internet. The first question from him is always ASL.