The other evening, I was spending a quiet evening at home facebook stalking a former co-worker of mine. Super cute young guy who is coincidentally super easy on the eyes. Oooooh, wait – that is redundant. Well, you know, that is how cute he is. If you have not noticed by now, it seems that stalking is a habit of mine.
Now for whatever reason, my sub-conscience decided that this young guy would make an appearance in my dreams – no, no, not in an inappropriate way.
In this dream, the young guy and I were visiting his parents for Christmas, and somehow I was playing the part of his girlfriend – like in a movie when a character brings someone home whom they claim to be their significant other to get their family off of their back, but who that person is not really in a relationship with at all. Yes, that was my part as the “girlfriend”. So, really, even in my dreams, this young super good looking guy is out of my league. Darn!
Anyways, in this dream, much like it happens in the movies, the guy and I were walking all romantic-like down a quiet city street with the snow falling gracefully down around us in soft little puffs. It was evening, and the streetlights were softly reflecting off the flakes that landed in our hair. Aaaaaaaah, sooooo romantic! And somehow, to my complete and total surprise, he casually mentions something about “when we’re married…”