I find it wonderfully fascinating when I dream about a hunky guy. Its usually not someone I've ever met ..... but wouldn't it be nice????
A bunch of us was roughing it on some kind of campout, and we needed some supplies. We headed to the local tractor supplier kind of place where we could get the stuff needed. (And now I can't recall what kind of tools they were!)
I was wandering one of the aisles behind my ex husband, having a discussion about what was needed and which was best. The one I thought was best, he shot down with a derogatory comment. And up behind me walked Mr Dreamy.
He told my ex that my opinion was valid. My ex took a couple of steps toward me and Mr Dreamy slid an arm around me and pulled me back against him. There is nothing like the feel of a very tall, solid body to lean against ......
I turned around and looked up into his face, his blue eyes, he had a full beard and mustache. I felt like I knew who he was, if only I could look at him for a while longer ... but then I woke up and his image was only on the fringes of my mind and I didn't recognize him.
I remember a plaid flannel shirt and rugged work boots.
If this is a mystery man meant for me ...... woo hoo!
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