So I was in D.C. for a wedding this weekend and, during the course of the reception, I was making advances toward a comely young woman who seemed quite receptive (in that we danced alot and exchanged the occassional kiss). Hours into the event, a buddy of the groom and a new aquantance of mine started hitting on the woman in question and rather than simply take him aside, I blurted something to the effect “Shouldn’t you be calling your girlfriend?” Yeah, I cockblocked him. It wasn’t a “dibs” thing, it was probably more of a “well, he’s not going to do anything with her anyway” thing. I knew he wasn’t because we had been talking about this very subject earlier. No justification for it. Sure, I was drunk, but hey, it was a shitty thing to do. Sorry 'bout that.
Last night, I had the oddest dream, but first a tiny bit of background info: I have two cats.
It was a short dream, but it basically went like this: I was walking toward my kitchen and I saw one of my cats. He looked normal and all that. Continuing on my way, I saw a baby girraffe. It was about two or three feet tall and covered in grey fur. It was just running around like it was cool. I remember thinking nothing of it at the time, and not really wondering where my other cat was, but sort of thinking that this was a pet of mine, too. Very odd.
Snowman, it seems to me you were obviously hitting it off with this girl. I mean, you’re out on the dance floor in full view, and you’re even exchanging kisses!!! And then some schmuck comes along and starts hitting on her??? WTF? I would have said something to the same effect that you did. Don’t feel bad about it.
As for your dream, who knows? Maybe it’s connected to your wedding experience. You know, you’re looking for pussy and then you’re sticking your neck out like you did…
I think you may be right, well, I know you’re right, about the hitting it off thing, so I’m over feeling like a jackass, but waddayagonnado?
I swear, I don’t think I’ve ever had such an interesting dream analysis…'course, I’ve actually never had one, but that’s beside the point.
Come to think about it, the grey fur was vaguely lupine… hmmm, something odd about that.
