One night last week, this is what I dreamed:
I strolled blithely into a room as if I belonged there. On my left, I saw a comely lass sitting in a chair parked against the wall. Two male admirers were hovering over her and chatting.
Without missing a beat, I suavely said to her: “It would be inappropriate for me to say you're pretty, so I'll just say you're cute.”
She beamed a smile that blasted through me like an erotic EMP.
And she replied: “Well, I think YOU are cute!”
Our eyes locked for an eternal moment. Then I then turned, very pleased with myself, and tripped merrily along into the next surreal episode...like Popeye scat-singing through a cartoon.
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