I can only dare to dream of the day a man proposes to me in the middle of a busy highway, douching it up and stopping traffic because he and his lady fair are just such special snowflakes.
It’s pretty bad that I’m nervous about getting a job partly because I know my over/under (erm, so to speak…) on getting involved with coworkers. I run mental fuck numbers on passers-by while I wait for my interviewers.
Of course, maybe getting some ass on a conference room table will help me forget the two hopeless crushes I have.
Dare to dream, people. Dare to dream.