The Good Girl Gone Blog

Yesterday, at a brunch date with a high school friend, we discussed our respective love lives. My friend told me that she's come to realize that if you actually want to date someone, you need to go for the grad student. I thought that was kind of funny,  because one of my BU friends is kind of seeing a grad student, and she seems really happy. Plus, my mom and I were just talking about how I should date one of my older brother's friends haha.

All this talk about older guys reminded me of a dream I'd had the previous night. Somehow, I found myself in the back of a cop car. I don't think I did anything wrong necessarily, but I vaguely remember the term "tax evasion" being thrown around...

Anyway, the point is I met a really cute cop. For some reason, he chose to sit in the back of the car with me, while his buddy drove alongside my friend in the passenger seat. Cute cop and I struck up a conversation and I told him my birthday was coming up. I asked him how old he thought I was, and he guessed that I was turning 21.

Now, this may not sound like a big deal, but it is. You see, people usually think I'm 16 or maybe if I'm lucky, 18. I was infatuated. He was 23 or 24 and adorable. And then the dream gets fuzzy.

Oh yeah, and last night, I had a dream that I met Raven's QB Joe Flacco...who is also 23. Hmmm...

Sigh...