It’s inexplicable, really. Suddenly I’m attracted to older men.

Now, I realize that my penchant for younger guys has haunted me for a long time. At one point, I was beginning to believe that if he was not 24, happiness just could not be found. I’m not sure how that transpired - bad luck, probably.

Now, though, I find that thirty-something men have a certain something that the twenty-somethings lack. Perhaps it’s maturity. Perhaps it’s that they seem to have developed an interest in something besides the size of a woman’s breasts. (Mostly.)

Or maybe it’s just because Dave Grohl is 34 and Scott Stapp just turned 30. But I digress.

Last night I had a dream that was odd only in its characters. Well, okay, no. The whole thing was strange, but unfortunately, not unexpected.

I was a cop. Where that came from I’ll never know. But I was cop, working a beat. And I was working with Sully from “Third Watch.” And I was completely in love with him.

This is an interesting turn of events, because the actor who plays Sully is a handsome, 45-ish, slightly more-heavily-built guy named Skipp Sudduth. (Well, dammit. More heavily built than the skinny dorks I usually fall for.)

My whole goal in the dream was to ask him if he thought of me as “one of the guys” or as a woman. It was imperative that I find the answer to this question.

Some friends pulled up in their car, and we talked for a few minutes. Then another female officer pulled up and reported that I was needed back at the station. I walked back over to the station (which was across the street from where I’d been standing) and there was some kind of disaster as I walked down the hallway towards Sully. (Or Sudduth. Or whoever he was.) Earthquake? Bomb? I don’t really remember.

All I know is that I really needed to get to this guy to make sure he was alright, and he was really trying to get to where I was to make sure I was alright too. That was a nice feeling. You know, smack in the middle of some sort of massive disaster.

::rolls eyes::

So there you go.

Dreaming weirdly, still,

michelle

[Ed. note: Figured out what the deal is. He’s in a band. And they’re actually good. Huh.]