To pass the time while I was snowed in at my parents' house, I wound up watching Eat Pray Love. The movie was enjoyable—full of pretty shots and gleaming teeth—but forgettable, save for one scene: when Julia Roberts' character gets her fortune told by a wizened old Indonesian man. It struck a chord, because I had a similar experience on a vacation to Thailand. After my pal Lisa and I toured a brightly colored temple, we each sat down with a supposedly infamous Thai prophecy, who spelled out our futures; a translator relayed his words to us. Since my only previous experience was with a East Village gypsy-type with pleasant, generic statements, the tiny man's first statement shook me. After asking if I was going to marry my live-in boyfriend at the time who I was madly in love with (having gone so far to name our unborn children), he vehemently shook his head no. I asked again, to the same response. After that, I brushed off his authenticity, but not so long ago, I found the crumpled sheet with the translator's notes: I'd meet my soul mate in my late 20s and have three (!!) kids in my 30s. I wouldn't have a desk job, but spend a lot of time traveling the world. And although I'd never be rich, I'd never be left wanting. So...the old man's fortune? I'll take it, thanks!
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