From: The Fourth
Sent: Thursday, 4 February 2010, 8:33am
Subject: Good Morning!
So. Funny story. So I had a dream about you last night.
It started out with me asking you out on a date on a Friday. At first you
said no and then for some odd reason when I was about to walk out of my
office at 3, you showed up to tell me you changed your mind and that I
should pick you up at 7. I made a reservation at some really nice place.
So I showed up to your house in Crystal City at this really nice apartment
complex and when I got there, the door man would not let me in so I called
you and you did not pick up. Since I made the reservation, I went and had
dinner. For some really weird reason, this place was a high end pizza
place. So as I am sitting there, you showed up on the arm of another guy.
You came over to the table with this guy and introduced him as your
boyfriend. He was some huge weight lifter guy. I got really pissed off and
wanted to pick a fight with him for stealing you away but then out of the
blue, my friends showed up and stopped me from hitting him. You began to
start yelling at me for being la te to your apartment. I went outside with
my friends and we thought going to the bar across the street was the perfect
distraction and as we crossed the street, I was the first of the group to
step into the street. Everyone started to yell and as I turned, I got hit
by a Jeep driven by you!
I woke up from my dream to find out I woke up like 10 min before my alarm
went off so I was screwed trying to go back to sleep!
I know it was random but for some reason, I remembered it!
Okay. Obviously, there are a ton of things wrong with his dream. I don't live in Crystal City, I don't live in an apartment, I don't have a boyfriend (weight-lifter or otherwise), and I don't drive a Jeep. Also, I would never behave so bitchily--well, I probably wouldn't.
I took one whole psychology class back in college, and even though it was specific to children, I'm pretty sure that it's given me the ability to analyze The Fourth's dream. He's insecure and afraid to ask me out. But, really, how hard is it just to ask if I want to hang out?
I talked to him on Facebook chat that night and he implied that he's "waiting for the right opportunity" to ask me out and that he might be planning something? Like some big thing so that there'd be no way that I could say no?
He's still riding that line of The Friend Zone. I thought that he was in completely, but the proof that he likes me pushed him out a little bit. Only that was four nights ago. Tonight we were texting back and forth, as usual (and often enough that Sophie came downstairs to complain that he was lame for not asking me out if he could spend that much time messaging me), and talking about the snow and whether we'd have work tomorrow, etc. Then he says something about flying down to Florida tomorrow--like, for serious...his sister lives there--and then asked if I wanted to go with him. I kind of laughed it off and said I'd probably have to work on Thursday, but he stopped texting me after that. It makes me wonder if he was serious because he's definitely joked(?) about us flying to Florida before. Oops? Oh well, it's not like I would have gone if he was serious, but if that was his true attempt at asking me out, FAIL. I'm not going to the beach with a guy who isn't my boyfriend and prance around in a bikini for him. Um. By ourselves. (Sophie and Isabelle, shut up about Nathan--that was different).
18 hours ago