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[deckardcanine]

I've noticed a pattern in my dreams: whenever someone courts me, that person is really not my cuppa tea, try as I might to be open-minded. First I was wooed simultaneously by a pair of randy, giggly women who looked older than my mom. Then there was a plain, overweight male. And a few nights ago was the worst yet: an emotionally deadened (tho still beckoning) woman whose torso was the width of my arm. Olive Oyl would be more promising.

These are my friggin' dreams. I have the worst of luck.