Make it happen….

So last night, I go to bed feeling bad for myself. It’s nearing the day single’s dread and I feel a little bad about it. I was wishing I had someone special to share that day with but I looked up and there was dumb dumb again and I creid a little. Yes even the strong have their weak moments and I had mine. So knowing I’m going to bed feeling bad about myself, I had this dream. In my dream, I was a school or a school-like function and I met this guy. His name was Reggie and I’d seen him before and he recongnized me from our previous encounter and spoke first. Unintentionally, I’d sat right next to him and he was like I can’t believe you’d sit right next to me and not speak. I apologized and we started talking. Enter this girl. She is cute. Kind of Hispanic or Latina kind of resembles this girl in my class now but she’s vyeing for his attention as well. He’s kind of dissing her for me and the more he does, the more he tries to get closer to me. She’s like Reggie this and that but he’s always putting me in the mix and I liked it. We had an instant connection and I ate it all up. So as we watch the movie (I think it was King Kong) he becomes more and more cuddlely and I get a little taken aback and he says "What you don’t want me to cuddle you?" I say "Well yes but it’s just that I don’t know you very well and I’m a little uncomfortable about this.” ”Oh you’ll get to know me very soon and know me well."  Me being the romantic  I am, I loved it and the girl physically wedges herself inbetween us and he reaches over her to hold my hand and to play in my hair and stare at me. I look up at him and catch him staring at me and we both smile. Then somehow he moves to the other side and she tries to lay on his chest and he wants me to do it but I’m acting she and when she tries he says "Umm, this spot is reserved for handicap parking and you seem fine enough to walk to me" The girl just looks at him and he looks at me and I get the feeling he wants me there so I slide up between her and him and settle in. That’s the end of my dream. I think it’s my subconscious projecting into my dreams and I really shouldn’t put any weight into it but I’m kind of wishing…………….

Oh well, Bisous mon aime….