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Dreams 04/29/06 hotel flirting

so I just have been out of town
with a bunch of friends
and for some reason
I had been trying to meet people,
like maybe I was flirting,
I don’t know,
even though I’m married

but there was this one guy,
and he was shorter than me
and he had some weight one him,
and every time I saw him in the hotel
he was wearing his bruiness suit,
I don’t know,
he must have been in town
on business.

looking back,
he kind of reminded me
of Spencer Barnard,
a trader in a suburb
who backstabbed his way
up a corporate ladder
in an investment company
and never paid attention
to his clients, unless
they were clients that gave
him tons of money to invest.
Now, this guy wasn’t Spencer,
I’m just saying,
he looked l ike him.
Someone out of town for work,
wearing the god-awful
suit all the time.

Well anyway, I was walking thoguh
the huge front lobby area
of this hotel, I was alone,
it was morning, and
I think I was going
to have breakfast in the hotel
because they offered free
breakfasts to people
staying in their hotel.
Well anyway, I was walking and
this guy in the suit came up to me
to say hello,
and I asked if he wanted
to have breakfast.
He said, no, and then
we were near a glass
floor-to-ceiling window
by a door, and there was a hotel
Jacuzzi just outside,
on the other side
of the huge plane of glass.
I looked, and John was there,
I want to say other people
were there with us at this hotel,
like Brian,
but I don’t know who else,
by John was there, and I think
he was trying to see
through the glass
to see if anyone would meet him
in the hot tub.
So I tried to signal
from inside the hotel
so he might be able to see me,
and I even took a magazine
I was holding
and placed it up against the glass
so he might get the idea that I saw him

but after that
I don’t remember anything else.
I don’t know
if the fat trader-like guy in the suit
left,
of if I saw John,
or what.
Everything else is just a blur.

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