not even in my sleep...seriously!
So, I was in the middle of a great dream. I had met Mr. Perfect...I couldn't see the face, but I remember that he was tall-ish, dark curly hair, tattoos, and a musician (of course). Just as things were working out my dad woke me up (before the alarm at that!). Do you have any idea how much that sucks?!
Oh well, at least I've met Mr. wonderful in my dreams. Now, if only I could meet him in person...
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