Chris Meller

There’s a bit of history there… Many years ago, we dated. It never became serious and didn’t last very long at all. When we didn’t get to see each other as often as I’d have liked, I ended it, and hurt her. I broke her heart, and it didn’t take me long to learn to regret it, as well as my somewhat mis-placed priorities.

Well, a while back, we started talking again. Nothing major, just general chit-chat. We caught up on some recent happenings in our lives and exchanged pleasantries about every day since.

Then the totally unexpected happened…

I hadn’t even seen her in over two years, and all of a sudden I’m having a dream about her. It wasn’t anything serious, and in truth, it didn’t make much sense at all (as dreams are apt to do).

I only remember pieces of the dream, as usual, but I remember we were at some kind of dance. She was wearing a beautiful white dress, much like a wedding dress. We had been talking about her potential engagement, as well as the problems with her relationship, so really none of that is surprising. I imagine my subconscious would focus on such a major event about to happen in the life of a girl I may still have feelings for lurking not so far below the surface.

It wa sjust a fairly unique experience in my dream world… almost like some scene out of the Hilary Duff movie A Cinderella Story, which may also have had something to do with it, since the last time I saw her, she had her hair cut to resemble Duff’s (and I think it looked much better than it does in the recent pictures I’ve seen of her).

Sigmund Freud said that every dream is a wish, either unconscious or otherwise. perhaps since she was wearing a wedding dress, the dream was trying to tell me I wish she were marrying me (since we were the ones dancing afterall).

Then again, since there was nothing else to suggest that I were the groom, the dream could just as easily mean that I want to see her hapily married to a guy worthy of her. Nah, that can’t be one of my dreams…

Freud also said that your wishes aren’t revealed in dream analysis for the purpose of conscious fulfillment, but rather for the conscious resolution of your inner conflict. If that’s our attitude, perhaps the dream was merely a sign that I want some type of female companionship in my life, not necessarily hers in particular. That in itself brings up an interesting prospect. It’s kinda like knowing the future, but not being able to change events that are about to happen. What’s the point in knowing if you can’t prevent bad things from happening and manipulate it all in your own favor? Why would I want to analyze my dreams, if I can’t find out some deep dark secret of my subconscious?

I didn’t get nearly enough sleep last night (about 3 hours total) to dream, maybe I’ll have better luck tonight…

Reference: Dream interpretation at Wikipedia

You know, this past week, I said that one of my goals for the weekend was going to be to clean up my desk. Whenever I get something new (printed out, in the mail, etc.), it all gets dumped on this desk, and pretty soon there’s no room to put anything else (like my beer). Every once in a while, I have to bite the bullet and spend a few hours picking through everything (and trashing most of it), which buys me another couple of months.

For one reason or another, I didn’t get any of that done, and my desk is looking worse than it ever has before.

I feel like such a bum…

So there’s this woman I work with who has an insanely hot daughter that I’ve been trying to hook up with for quite a while. It started out trying to get a date with her daughter, then moved into a somewhat joking mood when it became clear that it wasn’t going to happen.

From joking, it moved into what could best be described as shock-and-awe mode when her daughter started dating a guy a little odler than I a month or two ago.

From comments about what a loser the guy wa (without ever even meeting him, of course) to pointing out just how lcose his hand was to her ass int hat picture, I kept insisiting to the mother what a bad influence this guy was and how we needed to work together to get rid of him.

Then came today.

There’s this party our HR manager at work is throwing Saturday night. I’m going, so I asked the woman I work with if she was going to bring her daughter with her. She said she wasn’t going to be able to attend, but she’d asked her daughter if she wanted to go, but she hadn’t. We exchanged a few emails joking around about it, with me making comments about not wanting her daughter in my fantasies anyway. I mean, who needs hot, drunken girl-on-girl action anyway? Let’s be realistic here…

Anyway, in the last two emails we exchanged, her mom told me that her boyfriend wanted to meet me…

Umm… Yikes. I mean, I know I’ve said some really crazy things about him and his amazingly hot girlfriend, and I know that her mom’s told her these things. But honestly, I didn’t mean anything by it. Why in the world would he want to meet little old me?

Yeah, that’s what I was afraid of… Should I go ahead and bandage up my nose and pretend someone madder than him got to me first? In my last email, I told her I had no idea why he’d want to meet me, then asked her if I’d mentioned that I had joined the Peace Corps and they were shipping me out to Uganda and that we’d have to wait 6 to 8 years until I got back… Think they’ll buy it?

I didn’t think so… Showing up at work on Monday is probably going to be a dead giveaway that I didn’t join the Peace Corps, right?

So, anyone have advice? Ever had to confront the existing boyfriend of a hot chick you wanted to get with? I’ve been the guy the girlfriend cheated on the boyfriend with before, but I’ve never been the guy that’s had to confront the boyfriend before… Ahh, my education continues as I turn 21…

On an only slightly related note, I wrote this post after having taken about 5 shots of Crown Royal… It was nasty, but it did the trick. Can you tell? Gee, if only I could remember where that polls widget for Wordpress was…

While I was off in Boston, someone decided to start SPAMing the crap out of my blog. I returned to about 200 messages waiting for me to clean them up.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the end of it. Not only did I get to stare blindly at the Wordpress admin panel for about 15 minutes selecting and deleting comments en masse (gee, I wish there were a ‘Mark selected comments as SPAM’ button in the Mass-edit mode), but then they decided to pick it right back up a little later.

About 1,000 SPAM comments later, you started reading this post on a nice clean blog. It was actually pretty amazing to watch Akismet start picking up on the SPAM about half-way through. Comment after comment after comment was making it onto my blog, forcing me to delete it, then all of a sudden, none were… Everything was getting trapped by the Akismet plugin.

Here’s to Automattic… Hope to see more fun stuff in the future, boys!

Tomorrow afternoon we’ll be driving to Charlotte, and hopping on a plane to Boston Wednesday morning at 6am. With any luck we’ll get to have some amazing food and maybe even do some sight seeing after the conference is over.

On the plus side, I’m going to be taking my laptop along, so I’ll get to read through some of my backlog of feeds. We’ve got a 2 hour flight from Charlotte out to Detroit, and then a 6 1/2 hour flight back from Detroit to Boston… Go figure on how airlines figure this shit out.