2009-09-10 - 7:11 p.m.
Tournament this weekend. Joy. Third Friday night in a row spent working.

So, when I woke up this morning I was absolutely PISSED at that guy that I went out with last night. Just laying there going "I hope I never see that rat bastard ever again". Then I started waking up more and wondering why on earth I was so ticked at him because I was pretty much the opposite of pissed with him when I went to sleep. Then I remembered the dream that I had with him in it. He was pretty much the biggest asshole ever in it.

Some highlights: He came over to my house at 3 AM, wearing a cape and make-up. I let him in and he marches into my kitchen, pops up onto the counter, puts his feet up on the microwave and demands that I make him toast. So I start making him the toast and this is when he decides to tell me that he's got a 5 year old SON. And that he's a vampire (which kind of makes the cape make more sense). I get really pissed in the dream, mostly because he woke me up in the middle of the night and has a son. The vampire part I can deal with, apparently.

Then I ask him if he will take me to the airport and he says no. So I go walking off to the airport and somehow get involved in all sorts of crazy shenanigans and I'm getting shot at and chased and all I can think is "If that stupid vampire asshole would have just given me a ride, I wouldn't be in this mess. And the bastard has a kid!".

Then I woke up all torqued off. I soon realized it was a dream and chilled out on the whole being pissed thing. I figured it was fairly funny, so I wrote to him in an email about it. Which might not have been the best idea, but he definitely got a kick out of it, so whatever.

He did take the opportunity to analyze it, though. I wish he wouldn't have because boy, is that dream ever ripe. He said it probably means I am concerned about his past, worried that he keeps secrets and unsure if I can depend on him. He also assured me that he is not a vampire, though he is "open to their culture". I think his analysis is probably fairly reasonable, but I don't put much stock in dream analysis. If I did, I would have large, large mental issues based on the horrifying dream I had about my dad the other night.

So, this guy I ate dinner with last night and then dreamed about . . . he's pretty cool. Cool enough that I shall give him a name . . . um . . . . Tawley. Because he's tall. And I'm spelling it that way because "Tally" is "tal-ee" and "Tahly" looks dumb and "Tall-y" is a pain to type. Plus, it kind of matches a real life nickname this dude has. My spell checker hates me right now, but it can deal.

Anyway, Tawley is already doing pretty well. And the dude is completely enamored with me. Wow. I mean, really. He can't tell me enough how cool/pretty/awesome I am. It probably helps that he claims he couldn't take his eyes off me all last year and did the whole admiring me from afar thing. He told me last night that when he saw me at prom last spring without a date, he knew he needed to get out of his current relationship and pursue me. He'd figured before there was no way I didn't have a boyfriend, but me being there alone clinched it for him. Which, by the way, I'm flattered, but I don't really think me not bringing a date to chaperon prom was such a big deal.

I met his last girlfriend at prom that night. I really, really wish I could remember what she looked like. Damn it.

Okay, even though I already worked 12 hours today, I need to go clean those damn softball helmets again. I am still not satisfied with those stupid, stupid things. So disgusting.