You have GOT to be kidding me...

I had my date with G. For some reason I can't figure out, he picked me up at my brother and sister-in-law's house. My brother and sister-in-law wanted to introduce me to someone, so they arranged for him to come to their house about 15 minutes before G was to arrive. Seemed like a good plan, until G arrived early, and there were a few awkward moments before G and I walked out to his car.

I have to say that I was rather disappointed in his appearance - a scruffy beard (I hate facial hair) and more body hair than I generally find attractive.
As we went to his car, he walked me to the passenger side, and like a gentleman, opened the door for me. But it was a rather strange car. It was a right-hand drive and had a seat immediately next to the driver's seat but set back about 6 inches, in addition to the traditional passenger seat in the front. I took my seat, and it turned out that G was a bit of a slime bag, too, as he kept trying to put his hand on my thigh - I successfully evaded the maneuver, and all he did was put is hand on the seat between my knees. So, unattractivesleazyleezy. What a "great" blind date...until...

(You're probably thinking this sounds a little weird to you. Well, it did to me, too.)

...until I woke up. What a relief!

This was the dream I had a few nights ago. Clearly I'm feeling a little anxiety about meeting G on Sunday. But I'm sure that the real thing can't possibly be worse than the dream. I hope!