Mystery SolvedIt may interest you—then again, it may not—to know that I had a dream a few days ago in which I finally met and saw the face of the man of my dreams.More Like This
Now, let me preface this with an explanation: I dream about Mystery Man in regular intervals. Sometimes, we’re just walking hand-in-hand down a rainy street, which is either very romantic or the stupidest thing ever because in the dreams, neither of us is wearing a coat and we’re clearly at risk for pneumonia, but I digress. Sometimes, we’re just sitting on a couch, watching a movie. Sometimes, we’re yelling at Ian McKellen for no apparent reason. Sometimes, Ian McKellen yells back. Sometimes, we’re flying on large clown fish through the super market.
(Though I do not have extensive experience in the dating department, my research indicates that flying on large clown fish through supermarkets and yelling at Ian McKellen are perfectly acceptable dating activities. As long as you yell nice thi