Originally posted: ZogBlog::road less traveled, on October 3rd, 12:08p EST.
[So I've been single for about 6 years. During that time I've dated ONCE (admittedly though, Kristen was one hot cookie). So it comes as quite a shock that I would dream of marriage.]
Anyway, there I am... getting married. She has short, light blonde hair (just touching her shoulders I believe, but it's pulled up in the dream), is probably 5'9" (I'm 5'8"), and is (naturally) the hottest women I've laid eyes on (duh, it is a dream). I don't remember the protocols, but apparently I've bought her a gift, and I want to give it too her today. But we are getting married tomorrow, and she has been sequestered away by her friends. I, and my friends attempt to get the gift to her... but none of her friends will accept. They tell us that I need to give it to her personally. Ok, no problem - except I won't see her until the wedding.
Anyway, I'm Biking (it's good exercise, try it) along the road when one of my buddies drops off the new Mazda 6 (this is apparently the gift to my new bride), but now I've got to park it. So I get in (leaving my bike on the side of the road), and drive into this parking lot so that I can hopefully park it in front of her apartment. After I park it, I'm walking back to my bike when she steps out of the building with her friends (she hasn't seen the car yet). Gawd, she's so beautiful. Her and I pause for just a second, drinking each other in; then her friends rush her off to an adjacent building.
I shrug it off, and continue walking back to my bike (which is less than 50 yards away at this point) because she doesn't want me to see her until tomorrow... when I see these two girls making off with my bike! "Hey!! You! Thief!! That's my bike!!" I start running after them, but they both have bikes and I'm on foot. I chase them for perhaps a 1/4 mi, but they are gone.
Fade to black.
posted @ Thursday, November 18, 2004 2:23 PM