When I get that feeling…

Last night, I randomly dreamt of Sensitive Ponytail Boy.

I met SPB my freshman year in college. We lived in the same dorm. Tex and I had the party room, and we never closed our door, ever. Boys from the floors below would often wander up. One night, SPB and his minions wandered in. We drank and hung out and had a glorious time and before I knew it, I was smitten. The boys started dropping by to hang out on a fairly regular basis, and I started plotting.

Score! One night Tex got sick and his roommate (I can't remember which boy was his roommate) got lucky, so he invited me down to his empty room to hang out. We sprawled out on his bed. He called me "Little Miss Alternate" because of my purple pigtails and skater-girl wardrobe and tickled me. There was much giggling. We listened to No Alternative, and he kept getting up to replay the Sexual Healing remake by Soul Asylum because at that moment, it was the Best. Remake. Ever.

After about four hours of my willing him to kiss me, I realized it wasn't going to happen. I was tired and the sun was about to come up, so I crawled upstairs to my room. The next day, the girls were as disappointed as I was to learn that no moves had been made. Almost.

Fast forward to the end of senior year. It was the night of the River Awards. When the awards were over, those of us who hadn't been presented with one stayed at the bar, while those who did went home to kill themselves. I walked by SPB just as I heard him say, "I will kiss the next girl who walks by me." He turned around and said, "Sorry Jess, but I have to do this." Then he kissed me. When he was done, I said, "It's about fucking time." And he said, "I know, right? Why didn't you make a move that night freshman year?"

I heard a vicious rumor that he's living in my neighborhood now. Maybe the dream is a sign that I'm going to run into him soon. That wouldn't suck.