Let's just start this post off saying that I have always been a big dreamer. I remember riding in the car one day when I was probably 7 years-old, looking out the window and thinking that I was going to marry Bruce Springsteen when I grew up. This seemed like a great plan. (Yes, I had a huge crush on The Boss.) I told my parents this, and then I remember them explaining that he was already married to a woman in his band. That was probably my first little broken heart experience. Ha. Seriously, I remember being so disappointed that it hurt. I may have even cried into the leather arm rest. Oh, Bruce, you sure were a looker back in the dia!
Now, if only a talented, mature, sane, sober, funny, honest, smart man who looked like this could come along, my heart just might find a way to go all aflutter again.
