i think i need a pithy qoute for here.

last night i had a dream. a very strange dream. the cast of characters: me: the star scott: my wunnerful husband chris: a friend of ours jeff: her betrothed martha stewart: mistress of all that is cool background: chris is scott's graduate assistant. in the last year and a half, we have done things socially together and become friends. chris and jeff have been dating for 3 years and have been engaged since january. chris is, how shall i put this nicely, the demanding type. everything is her way, or not at all. jeff is always "in SO much trouble" over some stupid little thing. (we do enjoy spending time with them - the fits are not too often.) anyway, jeff is an attractive man. not really my type - a bit too baldwin-y for me, but not hard on the eyes. the real gist is that, even now, i sometimes have a hard time in my own mind with the whole guys-as-friends thing. my mind works over time and i develop a little crush at some point early in my friendship with any man. i think this is what is happening. the dream: the four of us were doing something when jeff asked me on a date. scott, chris and i didn't really know what to think, but i accepted, thinking it was a joke. i have gone to movies or out to eat with male friends before just like i have done those things with female friends. no big deal. but jeff's demeanor seemed like it was a "date" date. the day comes for the date and jeff picks me up and takes me to a coctail party he has thrown for me in a huge rental tent. scott and chris weren't allowed in but they hung around outside the tent trying to see in (it had those canvas walls, you see). the whole time we were at the party, jeff was very attentive but not always right around me. when we were apart, everytime i looked across the room to him, he was looking back. this is when martha stewart came up in her 17th century norse fishing vessel that she has fully restored into her own private yacht. jeff had arranged for martha, my hero, to take us on a cruise. this is when i woke up. i feel very wierd around him now. i had the dream last weekend, when they were among the hoards at the cabin. we had even joked that the previous night (friday) he came in and slept in my bed with me. (scott couldn't sleep so he went out on the couch.) then i had this dream. i told them about the dream... sort of. i just said the jeff threw me a party that chris and scott weren't allowed into. i got the usual strange looks, but nothing more. : yesterday : : today : : tomorrow :

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