Tuesday, May 29, 2007

In my dreams last night,

Ben Foster and I were totally digging on each other.

In reality this afternoon, I got hit on by yet another old and probably crazy guy. He was pushing 50 and hanging out in a parking lot sans car for whatever reason. He wanted to know if it was hard to get in touch with me. He then requested I give him my number or I leave him my shoe. Did the Cinderella humor work on the ladies back in his day?

If only my dreams and reality were reversed. Then I wouldn't be sitting here blogging. I'd be at Ben's place right now. I hope he's not a smoker...

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