I know, it took me by surprise too. Who would have thought George Clooney would be in love with a simple girl like me? We met at McGrath's Fish house- well... more on the way there. I was walking through the Common's parking lot and suddenly this sharp dressed, older man, who appeared to be in his 50's or 60's, stepped out of a car. I was feeling particularly happy that evening, a skip in my step. I had on my green skirt and one of my favorite tops. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the man had taken interest in me.
"Well, aren't we in a fine mood this evening, Miss," he addressed me, stepping to my side. I put on a coy smile as though he figured out a secret of mine.
"Why shouldn't I be?" I replied.
"I suppose it has something to do with you being a taken woman," he said ever so charmingly.
"Ah," I said, a chill coming over me as I remembered I was engaged. Yet I felt compelled to belittle the commitment I had promised my betrothed, "Well, I'm not taken yet. Still looking for my Prince Charming in the sea of fish," I caught myself saying. My stomach churned as I realized the kind of person I was acting like. I was behaving like a gold digger. Besides, I didn't even know who the guy was yet.
To my surprise and secret pleasure, the man took hope to that. Before I knew it, he took my hand and continued to escort me into McGrath's. A moment of nervousness swept over me; that feeling of 'I'm about to get caught' lit my mind on fire. However I pushed past the fear and continued to allow the man to escort me to a table.
The man held my chair out for me before taking his seat. We chatted for a moment, I clearly saying things that amused him. After a time, it was clear the man was smitten by me. I knew this because he suddenly confessed that he had something to show me. He ruffled his hair, undid his shirt (I know, scandalous), rubbed his face, and shook his legs a little. As he did this, I suddenly saw George Clooney standing before me. In his eyes I could see a sincere man very taken by me for whatever reason and desperately asking me to to choose him over my fiancee.
Of course, just as things were really beginning to get interesting, I woke up. What I want to know is why it was I was having a dream about George Clooney. No offence to Mr. Clooney, but he's not the first guy that would come to mind when thinking about hot celebrities I'd want to meet. Apparently some subconscious crush has revealed itself to me.
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