Sunday Boyfriend

I had a dream last night where I met this girl in a Bar and grill. a very dark restaurant, with bright spot lights coming down. She was a waitress there, eventually got my number right away after I spoke to her. You mean I didn't order any food at all? That's not me, NOWAY!

The next thing you know , I was in her house, stainless steel Kitchen. She was sick and tired of the food at the restaurant, and she wanted a guy to make her dinner, take the garbage out, re-arrange her home and someone to talk to on the weekends.

Well, that's what dating is all about ....I guess?

And there was the very symbolic item on the fridge: a few magnets holding a piece of paper with a message written "This is my Sunday boyfriend", and hanging off from the back, there was a picture of me; I was in the far side walking down a hill wearing my North Face Orange fleece and Mountain Hardwear hiking pants.




I took a marker, and crossed out "Sunday", and wrote "holiday" next to it. Why? I don't know. The next thing I knew , the Brunette wrapped her arms around my waist.

She was always wearing black.

It got very blurry from there, but I can still remember myself with Number 1. Did I mention she didn't have a name at all? She's .....number 1, and she told me I was her number one boyfriend. Well, that's good to know, at least I'm not being used and abused for the weekend, and every day of the week there's a new guy for her.


Still, the word "Sunday Boyfriend" remains in my head. What is it?