In Love With Love

I just remembered something about my very young and naive self and what I'd do when I would come across a flower with petals, like a daisy.
I remember seeing in the movies and cartoons the idea of, "she loves me, she loves me not" and so on till you got to the last petal and your destiny was known.
I never actually had any particular girl in mind but it sure would be nice to have one that loved me. I got the whole concept worked out by counting all the petals before picking them off the flower. It was a perfect plan.
Actually girls would go out of their way to avoid me, but whenever I would encounter such a little flower I would give it my best shot because, as I would think, you never know... when a really nice girl came along I would have a better chance if all my,"love me, love me not" flowers were in my favor.
I can't believe this childhood reminder woke me up tonight.
I guess one could call this, "Being in love with... love me, love me not... love."