I have never hidden my tendency toward boy-craziness Crushes through the years have been both diverse and bizarre. And yet latety a mysterious "stranger" seems to visit in my dreams every now and then. He's not tall, or possessing movie-star looks but he does have dark hair - somewhere between straight and wavy. The best I can describe him is like a young Robert DeNiro, but with a naive quality that eminates through his eyes. All I can ever recall of this dream-dude is a warm, caring smile, and soft, gentle hands.
Tonight as I was driving my daughter home from school we were chatting about boys, and who she thinks is cute. It made me shudder for a moment when she said, "Well I don't know exactly who, but in my mind's eye he has dark hair. Not curly like dad's but dark."
Weird.
