Hmm (An odd rambling about something that makes next to zero sense. Do read! :p)

Over the past few days, I have been having some weird, but awesome, dreams. In case you are wondering, I am not going to talk about the particular dreams, but I will talk about some background. I haven't really been that lucky with the women. I am not a loner, but I am very shy. I am that guy in a group who says nothing and then bursts out a one liner and then go back to being quiet (I know, a fabulous life). Now twice in my life I have made major messups/weird things (however you want to call them) concerning love and I feel like I need to talk about them. It would be kinda creepy to talk about them with my friends, so I am just going to say them here .

The first one, I really had no control over, and any pursuit would have been unrealistic and impossible, but it had me thinking for a long time. It was last year at Walt Disney World on our last day of vacation. I was walking back from a ride (Splash Mountain in case anyone cares). I was heading towards Main Street USA, near the front of the park, to get a treat from the bakery. It is then when I looked to my left I saw a bunch of people lining up for Peter Pan and Wendy. That is where it got creepy. I guess it was towards the end of the session because Captain Hook had appeared and the weird fat-ass first mate. Anyways Peter and Wendy escaped but as they were running off, I could have sworn we locked eyes and she smiled (and in case anyone was wondering, it was an actress around age 17 playing her). Now maybe I was delusional since I had not had breakfast and I was in the hot Florida sun. At least so I thought. That was until the parade where the same girl passed and I was sitting on Main Street with my cinnamon roll outside. She once again had a big smile on. Once again I could be on something and there is a better than even shot that this girl does not remember such a thing. But I do however. That entire plane ride home I could not stop thinking about it. To do this I still think about it rarely. I really don't know whether to be sad since I couldn't just find her or follow her or to be happy about my very fond memory. Anyways, maybe I will post about my second story another time.

It got me thinking though about what are the importance of these in life? I mean the odds of me ever finding out who that girl is or ever seeing her again are just a little better than me being eaten by my backpack tonight (so practically zero). Also, has anyone else ever had an experience like this. I know I am just rambling now, but I am enjoying myself . Oh well, maybe we will never know.....