I got a girlfriend
I started dating this girl about a week ago and I still can’t believe that I could be so lucky. Every time that we’re together I think to myself “I can’t believe you’re mine.” She’s absolutely stunning; long luxuriously silky black hair that shines in any light, deep brown eyes, the perfect facial structure, and the whitest of white teeth that just makes her smile unforgettable. She’s five feet six inches, which is the perfect height for me because I’m five foot nine. She’s very simple in her style and makeup, with only some eyeliner and pink lip gloss that matches her cheeks when she blushes. She’s not into the whole Gucci, Prada crap that all of the other girls are into, and she never flaunts where she got her clothes. She doesn’t buy things just because they’re from a designer store; she buys things because they look good on her, not because it’s over a hundred dollars. Her demeanor is nonchalant, very chill. She doesn’t believe in drama and could care less about it. Her body is tight from the twenty minutes of light training that she does four times a week. She’s unbelievably smart and witty, and loves to argue with me about everything, but always in a joking manner, she never stops smiling when she does it.
It’s weird because whenever she walks into a room, she does it so relaxed. It’s hard to describe, but when you see her do it you’ll understand. I remember I was over at my friends place and I was playing with his dogs when I saw her from the window as she was walking up the steps to ring the doorbell. Soon after she walks into the room, and I swear, every time she does that, she looks gorgeous. Even more than usual. I get up off the couch and I tell her how good she looks and she just brushes it off like always. I grab her right hand and raise it above her head and she does a little spin so I can see how she looks. Absolutely amazing. And simple too, just a long sleeved white shirt and blue jeans. She blushes and then gives me a huge hug and guess what happens.
I wake up.
GOD FUCKING SHIT ASS SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!! I sit there in my bed wishing that I could at least go back to sleep and return to this incredible girl, but nooooooooooo, here I am laying in my bed all alone with no girl at all. Its messed up because everything seemed so real, the fact that we just started dating, how she looks, acts, and talks. I’m so pissed because I know that this girl doesn’t exist. And you know what’s even more frustrating? That even if this girl did exist, and was sitting in my apartment at this very moment, I wouldn’t be able to make a move on her because I know that she’s way way way way out of my league. I’d be too scared to do it. Plus I don’t attract girls like that; I attract four foot eleven desi girls with moustaches. You have no idea how much I wish that dream was true, I hate it when things like that get under your skin, it makes me want to shoot myself.
Dreams are gay.