Left

I stick to the path up until I walk across the bridge. Once across, I look to my left, then to my right. Hmm, which spot would have the most handsome men. There is never really a good way to tell. Even Kenric might be on the same side as last year, or the other side. Eventually, I decide there is just no way for me to tell and I will just have to gamble on it. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, this is how I’m gona … go. Ok, left it is.

I step over the rope that marks the edge of the path and head out into the dangerous territory. It is both exciting and scary at the same time. I could be meeting a nice handsome man and run into his arms so he can take good care of me. Or maybe some ugly old geezer. Oh gee. Who could I possible run in to.