Date Wrecks:

So, I want you to read this post with this song stuck in your head. Be a good sport, okay?

Sweet, affectionate Brunette in my dreams – m4w – 44 (Perry Hall)

We have not met yet in person here in Baltimore. You keep coming into my dreams when I am asleep in bed at night. You are white girl, brownish hair….not too long, more on the short side. You have very kind loving eyes and smile. You have such a sweet, affectionate, caring personality and are always positive and making me smile and feel love. We meet different places…….jobs, grocery store, the gym………the scenes keep changing…………we start off as friends, but you end up my girlfriend and I am madly in love with you. We are always cuddling, kissing, holding hands out in public……..or walking close with our arms around each other.
You must be younger than me……in your late 20s or 30s because in a couple dreams, I got you pregnant and we were very very happy because we were having a baby.

So where are you? I’ve never been married, no kids yet…….I’m very loving, caring, honest, passionate. Why are you coming to me in my dreams? Are we meeting first in a higher spiritual dimension of reality because it is premonition and we are about to meet here on this earth.
Do I dare to imagine you are real?……..the way you fill my heart with so much passion, love, and joy………we would be in heaven on earth and have a wonderful life together. We are both positive, kind, peaceful…..filled with love and joy.

Now, throughout the day, I’m seeing you in my mind but never see your face clearly. I feel your spirit, your energy……….and I’m in love with you and we have never met!!!!
I keep imagining and daydreaming we meet in person and fall in love. I imagine our life together………..doing all kinds of things together, enjoying a simple life. We most value our time alone together. I love just sitting with you talking…….or watching the sunset or a rainstorm. I don’t care where we are or what we are doing………only that I’m sharing it with you.

I know you keep coming to me for a reason. I want to find you now and start our life together.

I’m waiting for you, here all alone………….ready to be yours……..if only you’ll come to me.

Makes it way less creepy when you listen to Billy Ocean while you read it, right?

Although, now that I’m actually really reading the lyrics to the song, I’m beginning to get a very icky feeling about Billy Ocean and his escapades in that dirty convertible. What kinds of things are you doing in the backseat of that car with bitches on the street who respond to your barking orders, that would require such an intense car wash?

I feel a bit bad for the sad sap who wrote this post. Day dreaming about watching a rainstorm with some faceless broad is probably giving him partial woodie all.day.long. Bless his heart.

I imagine he looks a bit like this, only the chair on the right would be empty.

Or maybe she’d be in the chair, but just not have a face. <shudder>