Sexy Dream
Matthew Preston | December 25, 2001
I seem to remember your old Uhall roomie Torrence using poetry to get laid.... the catch there being that he was stealing it off the internet, not writing it. Hey, whatever works I guess.
Scott Hardie | December 27, 2001
Fuck, I forgot about that! He even got Gary laid with poetry. I've only written one original poem for a woman in my life, and I got a hug for it. Then again, I'm in college and not the ghetto, where I have to compete with Shakespeare and not Usher.
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Scott Hardie | December 24, 2001
I don't usually have sexy dreams, so this was a treat. There was no actual sex in it, but I almost never dream about actual sex.
If you haven't seen Ghost World, the character Rebecca, played by Scarlett Johansson, is a disaffected recent high school graduate working at a Starbucks. She is smart and good-looking, but has too weird of a sense of humor to be popular, and is isolated because of her geeky best friend. You get the impression that, despite the fact that boys hit on her all the time, she has never dated someone.
In the dream I was wearing all black (right), sipping some fancy coffee (wrong) while sitting at a table writing poetry in a notebook (maybe). It was the middle of the afternoon and she was about to end her shift, and was wiping down tables to kill the minutes. She asked me what I was writing about, and I answered, "You." I don't know what I was actually writing in the dream, but whatever it was, it suddenly shifted into a poem about an attractive nude woman, dancing or something. She was surprised, but she asked to read it. I assured her that the woman in the long poem was not her, but was a fictional woman that I dreamed up while watched her work, then I let her read it. She seemed confused, then flattered. She leaned over to the table and asked me if I wanted to go to her place. I said, "Yeah." The dream ended there.
If only being a poet could really get you laid that easily.