I’m still thinking about some great eye contact I got last week. You know when your eyes lock and you both stop talking and just gaze?
Then he kept looking from my left eye to my right eye, back and forth like he was trying to enter my soul through my retinas.
So last night I had a dream that the guy I’m crushing on was in my house. We napped in separate recliners. Seriously. That was the whole dream. We napped, fully clothed, in separate recliners.
The weirdest part? I walked him out when we were done.
Napping. In separate recliners