I was sitting in a booth talking with some people about random movie references and Zack and Miri came up and Jonah Hill was sitting in the booth behind our group and chimed in on the conversation. And the guy sitting next to me was telling a story and quoting some movie (can’t remember which one) and while quoting got really close and kissed me then said a couple lines, then kissed me agin, more lines, this went on and I knew the part and ran with it and kissed back, then just started laughing. He was pretty, he looked a lot like Brice from college which was weird af. And he was good at storytelling and holding everyone’s attention irl too. I was standing in his house looking at pictures and trinkets and stuff while he talked about friends at a university who were probably over at his house in Idaho and I paused and thought about the one night stand that wouldn’t go away a few years ago… then got nervous because even though I’ve always been hopeful, and I’m sure more people are hopeful than they’re willing to admit, historically after I’ve slept with someone I’ve ghosted for one reason or another. Unless it’s been discussed prior and you know you’ll never see each other again usually it’s not planned that way. This makes me hesitant when I’m hopeful or invested in someone. And I have to like someone enough to even run these algorithms in my head. Shits complicated. So I looked back over at where he just was and he’d walked over to me and had me sit on this large container and it freaked me out for a sec cause I thought he was going to pick it up and move me and he didn’t. I got all weird and noticed I was backing off so he did the same and went to go do something else and I followed. Weird af dream.