I don't have a "thing" for Jennifer Aniston, like most men/adolescent guys in America - or the known World. Nevertheless, I had a warm, loving, sensual dream about her last night. One of those sitting-on-my-lap-kissing-beside-a-beautiful-isolated-lazy river kind of things. More passionate and soft than reality can ever hope to be. Dreams are what they are.
All day today, it reminded me that I have a real-live actual partner to appreciate and understand. The best thing about her is that she's there whether I'm asleep or awake. Besides, I prefer her over the lovely/cute and wealthy ex-miss Pitt. I have someone better.
Lucky me.