Wishing

Pine Valley sleeps out by Dixie National Forest, hidden from city lights. Out in the desert on nights when the moon has passed into shadow, the stars flood overhead in overwhelming numbers, and every once in a while one drips across the sky like fire leaking in through the ceiling.
Thirteen of us, some spooning in a big circle, all of us watching the shower, made a wish for every falling star while Dustin Davis played classical music on his acoustic guitar. I breathed deeply and drank dark heavens. And silently recited the second verse of "The Rainbow Connection."

Do men only want to know what women want so they can trick us into giving them what they want? There is no ur-secret. There is no sacred stone which, when given to a woman, guarantees her unending devotion. One thing will not make her happy for all of her life. No one can make anyone feel something they don't want to. There is no love potion. See Roddy McDowall in "Lord Love a Duck."
Women DON'T want to be distilled into a single, trite formula. And most of the time, we don't understand the difference between what we want, and what we think we should want.
If you want to be happy, and you want someone else with whom to be happy, wish on a star. Figure out what YOU want.

When we know, we'll tell you. In the meantime, spend lots of time outside at night, and look upwards.