I broke my foot over the weekend so after a seemingly endless afternoon in the ER and a ride back home from D.C., I managed to hobble up the steps to my apartment, and I have not left since. This week, I'm particularly thankful for my good friends and Vicodin.
This has been, by far, the most boring week I have had since moving to New York City in 2007. All I have done in the last few days is chat with friends; watch a few of my favorite shows on DVR and sleep. And while I often remember my dreams, I haven't this week - until last night.
Last night, I had an intense dream about a guy I don't even know named Rich Santos. (He blogs here regularly. ) Though many of us would not recognize this guy if we saw him walking through Grand Central, if you have a healthy blog obsession like I do then you probably know who he is.
Anyway, I had a long and rather detailed dream about this guy, and now I'm awake wondering why my subconscious thoughts were wrapped around him last night.
Obviously, he's attractive. From his tiny photo, it looks like he has a sort of "dark and handsome" thing going on…but is he tall? He blogs about relationships, dating, etc. on Shine, and while I don't always agree with what he says, I like the way he writes from a silly, charming and slightly self-deprecating perspective.
Reading his posts, I see that he is uber-picky about the girls he dates. He likes petite girls who are smoking hot…and while I'm small and cute-ish, I am quite sure that no one would ever confuse me with a super model. Hehe
Alas, I will have to accept never being approached by Rich (which works out since I don't know him anyway.) And instead, hope for another stellar dream featuring someone whom I can view as a possibility in real life…Perhaps another lawyer (though not from my office) or one of the suits I see walking around midtown on a regular day, a rock star, or….eh, who knows? Today, I'd prefer Rich.