Happy Valentine's day y'all. We-hey to love, we-hey to good relationships.
I had a dream a couple of nights ago. I dreamt I was in this bar, and I saw Patrick Owen. You won't know who Patrick Owen is, he's this guy I met on two occassions at two seperate conferences, once in zurich, and once in Hawaii. Nothing happened, but we kind of hit it off, and he's really pretty cute. A bit of a geek (ethnobotanist). I think about him sometimes. And I know this sounds yucky, but I sometimes yearn for him. I'm sorry for the oversentimental schlock, but there's no other way to describe it. It could just be because I haven't been out with any guys for ages I suppose.
But anyway, back to the dream - I saw Patrick, and I couldn't believe it, and I called out his name and he turned around and looked at me. We exchanged a couple of sentences before I realised that it wasn't him after all, it was someone who looked like him. But this guy knew Patrick, said they were friends and that Patrick would be coming along any minute. The guy sits down next to me, and starts talking, I don't know what about, and I can somehow sense that Patrick is just there, just out of sight, and I'll see him if I just stand up and peer. So I stand up, peer and.... I wake up. Strange. You know how some dreams you really struggle to recall, some you forget as soon as you wake up, but then there are some that really linger in your mind... do you know?
I wonder if I'll ever see him again. I wrote him an e-mail once, but then he didn't reply, so I guess that's a hint. I have that affect on people. I don't really think I will see him again, because the next conference is this september, and I think I'll be finished with my PhD by then. I often think that the only reason why I pay any extra attention to him is because he's good-looking. And that I've had more meaningful dialogue with other guys less blessed looks wise and not given them a second thought once they were out of my life. But then why shouldn't I chose to have a good-looking bloke? why should I have to have a minger? well, I don't have to, but now I am alone. But much happier than i was when I was shackled to my ex-boyfriend (yeuch).
I had a dream a couple of nights ago. I dreamt I was in this bar, and I saw Patrick Owen. You won't know who Patrick Owen is, he's this guy I met on two occassions at two seperate conferences, once in zurich, and once in Hawaii. Nothing happened, but we kind of hit it off, and he's really pretty cute. A bit of a geek (ethnobotanist). I think about him sometimes. And I know this sounds yucky, but I sometimes yearn for him. I'm sorry for the oversentimental schlock, but there's no other way to describe it. It could just be because I haven't been out with any guys for ages I suppose.
But anyway, back to the dream - I saw Patrick, and I couldn't believe it, and I called out his name and he turned around and looked at me. We exchanged a couple of sentences before I realised that it wasn't him after all, it was someone who looked like him. But this guy knew Patrick, said they were friends and that Patrick would be coming along any minute. The guy sits down next to me, and starts talking, I don't know what about, and I can somehow sense that Patrick is just there, just out of sight, and I'll see him if I just stand up and peer. So I stand up, peer and.... I wake up. Strange. You know how some dreams you really struggle to recall, some you forget as soon as you wake up, but then there are some that really linger in your mind... do you know?
I wonder if I'll ever see him again. I wrote him an e-mail once, but then he didn't reply, so I guess that's a hint. I have that affect on people. I don't really think I will see him again, because the next conference is this september, and I think I'll be finished with my PhD by then. I often think that the only reason why I pay any extra attention to him is because he's good-looking. And that I've had more meaningful dialogue with other guys less blessed looks wise and not given them a second thought once they were out of my life. But then why shouldn't I chose to have a good-looking bloke? why should I have to have a minger? well, I don't have to, but now I am alone. But much happier than i was when I was shackled to my ex-boyfriend (yeuch).
posted by Lan Lan at 12:10 PM
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