The man of my dreams

Date: 8/31/2019

A man and his motherless family stopped by my place for some reason...broken down auto? Anyhow, I invited them in. They’d lost their matriarch. I was immediately smitten with the blonde guy and I could tell he felt similar. There was the father, a younger sister, an older brother and the blonde guy. Seemed like there was more. They asked for a red wine, but all I had was white. I felt at home in their presence and soaked up their kindness and actually soaked up the pain of their matriarchal loss. At some point the blonde guy and I were about to play wrestle on the floor. I noticed he had glue on an elaborate chain around his neck. He said, “when you’re a poor builder, glue helps...” And it went on from there....