Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Man of my Dreams

Sometimes I go out and think I might meet the guy of my dreams, but then I realize the guy of my dreams isn't at a bar at 1:00a on a Saturday morning. No, he is asleep in bed and not too long ago dumped his lame ass g-friend, who he saw soon enough was lame. She was nice but there was no chemistry, no creativeness between them. I haven't met him yet or perhaps I have and the timing isn't right. See? The man of my dreams just twitched in his sleep because I mentioned him and he’s not usually twitchy. The man of my dreams loves Family Guy but doesn't mind if I don’t. The man of my dreams likes to be creative with me; we discuss and work on music, art and writing. The man of my dreams thinks my stories are funny but doesn’t laugh out loud, but quietly laughs to himself with a smirk. The man of my dreams will engage in conversations that don't necessarily cater to him, but understands that I don’t engage in idle shop talk. The man of my dreams has to be up soon; perhaps he’s in bed in that languid state between sleep and awake dreaming of a girl. No, I don't think he would be at the bar at all and I better get to bed.
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