My own crystal ball

So, my mom and I had a conversation today about how all men are stupid, which is true, and then she told me that she had a dream about me and a guy. And considering that her dreams normally come true, I’m just a little excited. She said that he was taller than me and had very dark brown hair; well built and a nicely trimmed beard. Then she said that we saw each other and I was wearing my flamenco dancer skirt and black racer back top, he was in a mud bath type thing and I just jumped right in. Then we went swimming and we were laughing and smiling.

While she may be correct that I meet someone in the near future, it doesn’t necessarily have to mean that I ruin one of my favorite skirts, does it?

XOXO,

Whisper