So, the fiance’ cheated on me last night. (in my dream). And the girl was young and beautiful. A tall, dark, slender stunner. She visited the college where he works and he was her advisor. And she thought he was so charming and helpful and wonderful. And she visited campus in low cut jeans and a bikini top. (Because nothing screams academic-minded hopeful like cleavage and lower back dimples)
And I remember, I was particularly livid because she had a rock hard stomach. As if it weren’t bad enough that he threw our relationship out the window and tore a family apart. He had to do it with sexy-stomach girl. And I woke up with the image seared into my brain. This may or may not be related to the fact that I went to bed last night, having consumed a fried tenderloin with a side of fried cauliflower for my dinner. To the untrained eye, that would look like deep fried muffin top in the making.
So, he cheated with Abs-erella in my dream. But I am mad at him now in real life. (obviously). Way to ruin Christmas babe.