Do you ever…

I guess it’s more like, "did you ever…"

A little background:

In April of 1998, I got drunk and crashed my car – I didn’t hurt anyone else, thank God, but I did hurt myself very badly, and it was weeks before I woke up and years before I really recovered. I put in for SSI, Social Security Insurance, but they only gave me a year’s worth of disability. (&^%*(&^%(&!!!)

The lawyer who helped me sent me an email in April, that he was going to shred my file; if I wanted it, please let him know and he’d hold it for me. I started the Medical Transport job and forgot about it, but after I quit that job, I remembered and called, and the file hadn’t been shredded yet, and I arranged to go get it. Last Friday,the day before the long holiday weekend, I was supposed to go get it, but for whatever reason, no one was in the office and another man in the same office wrote a note for me for the people I was going to see.

The secretary called me this morning about that file, and I went to get it a little while ago. It’s ten pounds of paper, easily, so I can see why they didn’t want to mail it. I haven’t done more than glance through it yet, but I had to write this and say:

You ever dream about people, have a dream girl (or guy) in mind, the "perfect woman (or man)"? Mine is tall, black haired, blue eyed, and of course in the dream world, she is THE woman of my dreams.

The secretary was/is that woman. To me, stunningly beautiful. Perfect. O.M.G. looking. She looks like Megan Fox, from "Transformers", but better. Just wow, I’m speechless, kind of looking.

I got the file and signed for it and the time was over – to stay would have been… oh, wrong or weird or, something not right, but I said "Please allow me to be rude, but you are Very good looking". She smiled and even (my imagination?) kind of blushed and said "Thank you", and I took my ten pound stack of papers and left.

I don’t think there’s any point in going after her, so to speak – I’m broke, unemployed, and, well, not in any kind of position to attract anyone, and can’t do anything about it anyway, but omg, I met the woman of my dreams, and I just have to tell someone about it. Blacky Cat yawned at me, so I have to tell you

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