I slept through my alarm this morning because my phone was on vibrate, but I had a dream about that gorgeous man up there (Michael Phelps, obviously) that made up for it.
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So, in my dream me and a bunch of my friends are in a hotel suite. I don't really remember all who was there, but I distinctly remember Allison, Jessie, and some famous people.
In this suite, the living room was connected to the kitchen by a bar-type thing with stools and everyone was chilling on the couches and chairs and I was getting something to drink, so I was in the kitchen. I guess we were playing some king of trivia game, because Allison turned to me and said:
"Okay, Kaity, your turn. Name a celebrity that has a speech impediment"
Yeah, I know, that's such an odd question, but I answer anyway.
"Michael Phelps, he stutters sometimes." and I look over at Michael, who is sitting beside some other guy and he's smirking at me. It's like a hardcore stare down for about ten seconds and then he just gets up and starts walking to me. We're, of course, still separated by the bar so when he reaches it, he leans forward towards me.
And I kind of freak out (which makes this slightly more believable) and say:
"I only know this from wikipedia, duh." and scoff and I'm pretty sure my face is getting red.
He laughs (or chuckles, would be the right verb) and goes:
"Is it weird that I find it hot that you know stuff about me?" with a gorgeous smirk.
"Is it weird that I find it hot that you know stuff about me?" with a gorgeous smirk.
And I don't really know what we talk about after that, but we just flirt and I'm laughing at stuff he says and then everyone decides to go out.
So, as we're leaving, I stop Allison and say:
"You did that on purpose" in sort of a low, kind of embarrassed voice.
and she laughs, then I continue:
"But, I'm so glad you did."
And Michael walks by me, grabs my hand and leads me out the door.
Then I wake up.
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I was so in love with Michael Phelps last summer. I watched all of the interviews he did and every race that he so gracefully won.
I fall in love with him all over again every time he's in the Olympics,
but after that dream I love him even more :)
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/lame.
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