zeekie: take two.

I dreamed about Chad last night. I don't know why I did; I like him, yes, and I did like him like him way back last year, but I hadn't thought of him in months.

In the dream we kissed; I don't remember much about the dream, but I remember the fear and confusion in his eyes, and how despite them he didn't resist.

I think maybe the reason I keep falling for these young preppy types is not their youth, but the hope that preppiness somehow equates to confusion, fear, and yet desire for guys.

And that's kind of fucked up.