I Like To Hold On To My Dream

Wouldn't it be nice for me to have a lover?  I think so.  And although I don't foresee this happening for quite some time, I like to dream about it.

And lately, my imagination has been running absolutely RAMPANT.  I am a logical person.  Pragmatism in my nature.  I'm a Capricorn.  An INFJ.  A planner.  A strategist.  A determined and focused individual.  So what is my problem???

I think it is a combination of the ridiculous Perfect Specimen incident and spring fever. As an introvert, I like to keep my thoughts and feelings fairly private.  And having publicly announced my attraction toward The Perfect Speciman...well that is a prime example of an uncomfortable situation for me.  So I keep replaying the damn thing in my head and agonizing over it, thinking of ways I could have survived it better.  And all the while the spring fever is making me feel very reckless and desirous for a lover.

Now let's add another element into the mix here.  The other morning, my sister comes into the room and says, "Look what was taped to our door..."  And SURPRISE...it was an early Valentine's day card addressed to me.  From The Perfect Speciman (aka Trent, because you can clearly see his name on the card because I am a lazy photo editor. Oops.).  Here, see for yourself:

What in the world am I supposed to do or think about this?  I mean, I get the raunchy humor (this is Olaf from Disney's Frozen, and there's a line in the movie where he says, "Oh look at that!  I've been impaled!" when he walks backwards into an icicle) and I understand that it's meant to be clever and funny...but why did he go to the trouble?

The plot thickens, though, as was revealed when a bunch of our friends went out to dinner and found out that many of them had received cleverly raunchy Valentine's day cards too...and the suspicion is that The Perfect Speciman and his roommate (hereafter called The Musician) are behind it.  Everyone was thrown off though, because the "From:" label didn't say either of their names (except for on mine)...  For example, Caldwell received one from Morgan...but Morgan didn't really give him the valentine!  Whitney received one from AJ, but AJ had no knowledge of it.  And so on and so forth.  So everyone was getting valentines from people who didn't actually give them the valentine.  And so it was deduced that it had to be a prank.  And because these guys are kind of famous for their prankish nature...everyone thinks that it has to be them.  But what if it's not?  Gah!  Someone is making a fool of me and I don't know who it is.  And also, I don't like it.

Anyway...since I am famous for my ability to turn any situation into a telenovela, I'm pretty sure that I'm reading way too much into this silly little valentine.  I'll admit though, when I first saw it (before I learned about all the other valentines floating around out there in the group), my heart kind of pounded and I was getting little nervous heart flutters and wondered, "What if...?"

Oh my goodness.  Gag me.



This post's title came from this song:
In Summer from Disney's Frozen