My new pretend boyfriend.
He's apparently not good enough for me. You see, I had a dream the other night that I was dating this fine specimen of a man. Did I mention that he is 45? Weird. (He's also half Danish.. I apparently have thing for Danes...) So I was dating him, but when he was home taking care of the dog I was out talking to other guys. I know, I know, I can hear your cries of injustice. I don't know what I was thinking either. Anyway, apparently in the dream world I have fantastic friends who tell me that I'm crazy and talk me into going home to see my (new pretend) boyfriend.
I?m also pretty clever in the dream world because I decided that going home to talk to him sounded like a pretty good idea. In fact, I declared that I would go straight home and ask him about the filming of the Return of the King because I was sure that it would be a wonderful, adventure filled story. When I arrived to our very large, very cool apartment he was laying on the couch not doing much of anything (but very well dressed) and the St Bernard (his dog I assumed, since mine is not nearly that large!) was laying on the floor near by.
He told me all about filming the Lord of the Rings and it was a good story, although, sadly, I don?t remember any of it now. Just that I dreamt he was my boyfriend. Sorry Orlando, you can?t win them all.