To spend the whole happy hour making up names for the band that you're going to start one day.
If the erotic appeal of toe sucking utterly baffles you.
To not have the kind of Dad who plays golf, wears ties, and serves as your personal ATM. (Hear that, greeting card people?)
If you have a "type". The heart wants what it wants. Also, the loins. They want what they want too.
To have a couple of holdover phrases from High School that you just can't get rid of. Sweet!
To take life day by day.