Tuesday, September 13, 2005
So, back to my phone call with the cabinet guy today. After we discuss the business at hand, he says to me, "It's strange, Joni, but I had a dream about you the other night."
My first reaction is surprise, quickly followed by curiosity, quickly followed by a twinge of excitement.
"Wow!", I think, " Someone is actually dreaming about ME! Yes, indeedy! I've still got it baby!"
It is beside the point, of course, that I am not interested in this man. It is all about the possibility that maybe, just maybe, I might be attractive to a man other than my husband even though I am a forty-three year-old. stay-at-home mom who wears birkenstock sandals, khaki shorts I found in the parking lot of the IU pool (they fit great and they even had five bucks in the pocket!) and until last week was having her hair cut at the barber shop. (more on the shorts and haircut another blog.)
"You had a dream about me?" I asked, hoping that he wouldn't go into any embarassing details other than to awkwardly say something sort of innocent expressing what a babe he thought I was. Yep, this was going to make my day.
"Yeah. It was really strange. We were supposed to meet and you were supposed to bring me brownies. You didn't bring them and I kept wondering where the brownies were."
I could hear the Goddess of Middle Age laughing at me somewhere up in the heavens. I joined her. After all, there is nothing more attractive than a sense of humor...