meet the girl of my dreams

Things haven’t been going well, I just wish I could be with her for as long as possible. But I can’t.

Aproximately one month. To everyone who says they want to find love, who would wait for love to make them pop tarts and surprise them with a glass of milk too, it is worth it. one month, one month, one month, pinball. I want to grab someone right now and punch them because I’m in so much love, this sounds kinda gay, but i’m not because she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. She just clicks for me. She use to ask me why I liked her so much, and for one split second, one early morning, i actually had an answer… well, one that could suffice for those moments; like in a dream where you realise something, and it is sooo clear, but when you wake up you’re like…. “Athlete’s foot is not a baterial cure that could cure cancer? what was i thinking?” but i mind you that i would never put that into a country song. :)
I’m going to go out on a limb here and curse…. just kola bear with me for a sec…
I fucking love her.
It’s wierd, she gave me goosebumps just about talking to her again, and all we talked about… was, was… weather reports.
I visualize her, i daydream about her, i put us into situations, both fantastical and or dark. Of course i’m going to be ridiculed, it’s everyday too. What’s with everyone not wanting me to fall in love? I’m not dumb, i’ve had other relationships and you can feel something, it’s not like basic toughts and going through the motions, no, no, no! But i figured it out, on my behalf of life this is what happens. my friends hook up with girls they always say the same thing, “Dude, i think this is the one.” and then boom, they get cheated on, they get left, and suddenly… that friend that ditched you, for like a fucking year suddenly wants to hang out all the time. My friends don’t want me to be with someone, how horrible is that? Well fuck that! she’s too good to be like ok, i’ll stop saying i love you to her, so that we can feel like bad ass men. So i pretty much uploaded the “fuck that” song by korn to all my friends as a ringtone. haha!
One more month, and we can be together, O, if everyone who reads this could just see how happy i am, it’s crazy, it’s awesome, it’s perfect. better and better everyday. :)

we… like… had sex with each other(haha i like that phrase) the other night… it was in my dream but you know… -counts… yeah… it was cool. but honestly, the dream ended with me fighting off a garaffe on stilts, and i had to beat him by burning the ropes tied to his legs, conecting them with the stilts. then he was friendly to me. but i left him at some street corner, or something and i had a dog, that ran off to another owner… sad, but at least i had sex right? high five goes to the dream version of me! lol, wow.

She slyley smiles past me, and i’ve wondered where she’s gone. I haven’t dreamed of her in a while, i haven’t dreamed in awhile. I think it’s almost sad to say, i haven’t seen her hair float by, her toes tapping at the floor, her arms crossed, and she always says something so stunning it throws my mind apart, leaving me the rest of the day recalling everything in that something she said… the effect of wanting to know, is what it was. again with her in my car, and she ignored me, but eventualy the dream payed off with her smile… i had to sing to get it… sighhh…
but… sleeping hasn’t been like it’s been, and i’m scared.
I’m only hopefull when she has a certain tone to her voice, that makes me smile. it does. So the dreams i see her in just sort of fade away, although i remember them, i don’t complain that i haven’t seen her again, i know she’ll be there when i need her the most.

Okay so now that i’ve settled the bitch side of me down, I had the wierdest dream, that i actually thought was real. And they say dreams fool you. So it was early this morning and i got a picture message. She was laying in her bed, with a pillow on her left side, our right. All on her blankets and pillow was scribbled “I love you.” the picture looked as if it had been taken by the ceiling fan. She had blue paint on her neck, and various paint all over her body. Do the dream analisis for me please? The wierd and sad thing is, that when i fully woke up, i realised i don’t even have picture messaging. Wasted dream.

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What color hair would she have, because the girl of my dreams would always switch it up, keep it new.

Her eyes would be imaginary, I’d always have to guess where she’s looking.

Her lips would have to be flush, Dark red or light pink, sometimes black. :)

She would have to be crazy, just for putting up with me, except in my dreams, we are completely normal. at least to me.

One day she would have to go kick an old woman in the bladder, That’s Love.

What would waking up next to her be like? ever had bad breath in the morning? ugghh I hate that! what if i woke up and she had a bunch of corn pops waiting fo rme, i gotta have my pops.

still waiting for this

this one´s a bugger. so many beautiful women out there, so many of them are single and also looking, but I cannot seem to find one that
a: likes me the way I like her
b: is really interested in a real relationship

Maybe my new job gives me the chance to widen my horizon and open new oportunities