She’s the girl of my dreams…
Both literally and figuratively. Now, it’s not like I dreamt up this perfect woman, and all of a sudden she appeared one day. But in the past couple of weeks, I’ve had three dreams that had her in them. And each one was progressively more intense, and a bit more physical, than the previous. Obviously, this is the literal part. Going to sleep, I can attest that she’s the last thing on my mind before my mind fades into the clouds, and definitely the first thing on my mind when I wake in the morning, regardless of whether or not I dreamed about her. So the fact that my dreams of her have been increasing, doesn’t surprise me.
Now, what does surprise me, is that when I met her, I don’t think that I could’ve ever guessed that she would turn out to be such a perfect fit for me. I wouldn’t have looked at her and said to anybody “Hey, that chick right there. Yah, she’s the girl of my dreams.” Why? Well… for one, she is absolutely beautiful. I mean, the type of beautiful that you can only assume comes along with a big head, snobby attitude, and higher expectations than I could ever hope to fulfill. Second, every time we seemed to talk about getting together outside of work, it just didn’t work out. One of us would already have plans, or would be on a different side of town. Throw in the fact that we worked together, and there was little expectation that whatever platonic chemistry we may have had during those conversations was ever going to pan out to be anything worth persuing.
Fast forward a couple of months later, and I find myself suddenly involved in a relationship with her, in which I’m constantly having to pinch myself to figure out if it’s real, or just one of those dreams. She’s made it the norm to catch me off guard, consistently putting a huge smile on my face for one of a thousand reasons. It’s like she has an arsenal locked and loaded, and its aimed directly at me. Not only is she gorgeous. But she’s intelligent, she’s funny, she’s open minded, she’s… just everything I could have wanted in a woman. A woman with goals, dreams, and aspirations. A woman with history. One who has lived, and learned. There’s things she can teach me, there’s things I can teach her, and there’s things we can learn together. She has a passion for travelling that’s as strong as mine. She has a creative mind that challenges me and keeps me on my toes. She’s more observant than anyone I’ve ever met, so very little gets passed her. All of these things are great, but they aren’t even the core of what makes her such a perfect fit. The way she looks at me, the way she curls up next to me on the couch, or while we’re laying down. How she runs her fingers over my skin, or the way she sweet talks me. Her playfulness, her taste in music, her love of art… all of these things are just a few of the reasons why she’s the girl of my dreams. The girl on my mind. The girl who I don’t ever want to let go.
