It is interesting in my life how having expectations have shifted my reality.  In my spring season I wrote this letter to myself about how I wanted a man to treat me.  Now I don't have a copy of that letter but I remember being very idealistic about what I expected.  I think that one of my expectations was that a man in my life would open my door.  I am bemused by my memory of what those expectations meant to me at that very young phase of my life.  I imagine expectations to be like the tide that comes to the shore.  You think that you know what to expect but every time the tides do a different dance.