Wednesday, February 24, 2010
The Man of My Dreams
So I had this dream the other night about a man who wanted to date me. I was obviously single in the dream or I would not have agreed to be out with another man. Anyway, it must have been a blind date because when I opened the door we had never seen each other before. We were going to a pool, so I was dressed in a swimsuit and towel. Without any other greeting, the man looked at my breasts and said, "That's it? You've been working on those for, what, your whole life?" I was as unimpressed with his manners as he was with my womanliness, so I shut the door in his face without another word. From outside the door I heard him say, "Oh, are you going to cry now?" I did not cry. I woke up and laughed. So did Eric. This is the part where I can say my husband is nothing like the man of my dreams and not get in trouble for it.