I'm the type you dream about...

I was going to blog about something different but then I thought I'd share a funny little story instead.  It's the eve of Valentines day, everyone is mourning Whitney, and worst of all, its Monday, and I'm on my way to work.  Well as we all know, exes get weird this time of year.  They either don't have anything better to do, or they just want to see where your head is at (of course the day before the "loveliest" day of the year).

I decide to check my phone and the ex love of my life (now we haven't seen each other or dated in 5 years) decides to text me frantically saying "Good, Morning!"  Of course my response had to be something whitty yet cold, so I say, "...You must've text me by accident?"  His reply went on to say "No, I had a dream about you...lol. I had a dream that you were pregnant...I woke up mad as hell..."  Now this is the dream coming from someone who managed to somehow bring 3 kids in this world while we were together without me.  I wanted to say, "Well let me tell you about this nightmare I had.  I had a dream that my boyfriend of 6 years (on and off) got another girl pregnant and just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, after I fell back asleep, I was awaken by yet another nightmare.  This time, you had not one child, but somehow two and three miraculously got here and this time, you didn't have a job on top of all that.  I managed to fall back asleep, but again I woke up screaming, because this time, not only did you 3 kids and no job, but you had 3 kids, no job, and a rude side chick calling my phone.  So I managed to cry myself back to sleep, but I was interupted again, by yet another dream.  This time I had a dream that I was balling my eyes out crying in a corner because my dreams were really my reality.  I then had an out of body experience, because I saw myself crying, all balled up in a corner, over an old cheating, no good, unemployed, baby daddy.  After I saw myself, my real self came to the realization, that I must be out my damn mind to be on my knees crying over someone who obviously didn't give a monkey's @$$ about me.  So I picked myself up, got my mind, and my thoughts together, left you and here we are today."  True story.

OK, so that's what I wanted to say, but I'm sure that he didn't deserve all this held in hatred for him a whole 5 years later, I should have let him have it then when it meant something, not now, right?  So to ease his mind I just replied, "Well, I'm not anywhere close to being pregnant (maybe a little jiggly but not pregnant), however, if I was, and it was yours, now that, THAT would be my nightmare...hahahaha."  -___-

I find it humorous and both flattering, that my exes seem to still think and dream about me.  I mean I think about them, but only when I feel a certain way, hear a certain song, or tell a story, but I refuse to let them ruin my dreams.  I am trying to dream about being blessed with a real man, one who knows what he has and CAN HAVE with me, and not one who just dreams about it.  I am the real deal, always have been, always will be, ask my exes, because they still DREAM about me.