Last night I met the most beautiful blonde girl, aged a mature 16, and fell head over heels in love. Totally and utterly, in love.
We went on a date and had a fantastic time, and best of all she was utterly crazy about me too. Crazy, I tell you!
Unfortunately I just woke up.
Why does my brain, which is supposed to be on MY side, conjure up such a vivid and brilliant dream that it is the most depressing experience to wake up from it?
I HATE it when that happens!