So I have been dreaming about the same man for a couple of weeks now. I thought that if I actually got the chance to go out with him that the dreams would stop. Fat chance. We have plans to meet for lunch on Wednesday. Perhaps the dreams will end after that. It’s crazy. I can’t remember any other time when I have dreamt about someone who I met casually for weeks.

I really don’t know that much about him, and yet I do. I don’t have a lot of facts–those typical descriptors. He is Jewish, which is why he’s available to have lunch on Christmas Eve when everyone else is busy (I suppose).