I keep seeing a mysterious blonde at a party. I cradle her and carry her to a bed, eventhough she is not hurt or in distress. She thanks me extensively for coming and hanging out with her. She tells me she loves me, to which i say I love you back. Then we kiss and I wake up.
I have a girlfriend who is not blonde, and i don't know anyone else at the party.
I have a girlfriend who is not blonde, and i don't know anyone else at the party.
