I have met the man of my dreams....

He is a waiter in a restaurant that is attached to a nightclub. Their menu is vast and hard to understand. I didn't know what to order so he sat next to me...He had glasses and puffy blonde hair, his voice was soothing. He told me his name was Peter. He told me not to order certain things, while on the other hand...I still couldn't understand the menu. All my friends were telling me to hurry up.
"That's okay." I said, "I'm not hungry."
"Oh come on..." Peter told me, looking into my eyes..."You have to eat something...you didn't come to a restaurant not to eat."
My God was his the most beautiful thing I have ever seen....I stood and looked at him. "How old are you?"
"21" he told me. It seems that all my friends had dissappeared and this all made sense.
"I don't know...I just have some feeling about you..." And he leaned and kissed me! Oh joy of joys, oh rapture!
He met my mother the next day, we drove in his old Ford Explorer, it was red. My mother seemed so happy. Finally a man in the household to be happy about...no more republicans, manwhores, or intellectuals...
We were off to get beer, Heineken keg cans...my mother told me that was okay and when we got back, we lay on the couch and drank, we were so happy.

And then I woke up...alone in a dorm full of hippies, sadnened by my loss of the perfect waiter.