Last night I had another vivid dream about one of my exs. Ive been sick all week and fighting off this damn cold, so a 1/4 bottle of Nyquil has been sloshing around in my stomach at bedtime every night. Whenever I take Nyquil my dreams end up being so real they leave me fucked up for a few days. Usually its about one of the ex-girlfriends or my golden girl whose name is Kelly. And before you think it, golden girl is not a reference to some old woman. Its from Say Anything. A golden girl is someone who is everything you could ever want in a woman, too perfect to be human and usually out of your league. Kelly is all of the above. However, last nights dream wasnt about Kelly, it was about Erin.... Big Number 2. There have been three loves in my life, Chrissy, Erin and Kelly. Funny enough, I never technically dated Kelly, which might be why she is my golden girl. Anyway... Ive gotten off track. Erin... I remember now.
As I sit here listening to Counting Crows its hard not to get nostalgic and ramble. Erin Sharp came into my life about 6 years ago. I was still living at home and going to college. She was everything I had ever wanted in a girl. Strawberry blonde hair, beautiful, the prom queen, all of it. She smelled like lust and just being around her gave me a boner. It didnt take long to gain her attention. Time has always been on my side. Obviously Im not the greatest looking guy in the world, but when Im not being crazy I have a great personality and usually it just takes a little time around me to win over a girl. Anyway, we dated seriously off and on for about three years. She moved to Auburn to finish school and I moved to Birmingham to pursue music and drinking. Shes engaged now but we still talk occasionally. We were best friends for a long time and now its nice to keep in touch. But every now and then I have these dreams about her that drive me crazy. I wake up feeling the same way I did all those years ago, and it takes every bit of common sense I have not to drive to her and profess my undying love. Funny enough, the same thing happens whenever I have a dream about one of the other two. In short, I need to lay off the Nyquil.
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As I sit here listening to Counting Crows its hard not to get nostalgic and ramble. Erin Sharp came into my life about 6 years ago. I was still living at home and going to college. She was everything I had ever wanted in a girl. Strawberry blonde hair, beautiful, the prom queen, all of it. She smelled like lust and just being around her gave me a boner. It didnt take long to gain her attention. Time has always been on my side. Obviously Im not the greatest looking guy in the world, but when Im not being crazy I have a great personality and usually it just takes a little time around me to win over a girl. Anyway, we dated seriously off and on for about three years. She moved to Auburn to finish school and I moved to Birmingham to pursue music and drinking. Shes engaged now but we still talk occasionally. We were best friends for a long time and now its nice to keep in touch. But every now and then I have these dreams about her that drive me crazy. I wake up feeling the same way I did all those years ago, and it takes every bit of common sense I have not to drive to her and profess my undying love. Funny enough, the same thing happens whenever I have a dream about one of the other two. In short, I need to lay off the Nyquil.
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staypuft:
ya, ive pretty much decided on buford, but otis was a very close 2nd. it came down to the fact that he likes to block the hallway, and i grew up near the buford dam. seemed appropriate! 