Meryl and Me

I met Meryl at the Cubby Hole for a drink. She had been calling me for over a week now but I had been screening my calls. The only reason I answered the phone when I did was because the cable company was going to contact me, before I knew it I had agreed to the date. It really wasn't my intention, but she is rather persuasive when she wants to be.
After a few Killian Reds, Meryl became very touchy feely, brushing my arm when she reached for more bar snacks, touching my shoulder in conversation.
She really was all over me like a rash, a rash that no cream would fix.
What was I to do? How could I let her down without breaking her heart... I didn't want to hurt her feelings, she was so cute with her baseball cap on backwards.

The phone rang, I woke up.
Meryl Meryl, you know I would never say no to a date with you. I have been in love with you since I saw you in Silkwood, when I was still in high school. How I sighed in the shower scene when you were naked in the tiled room getting radioactive stuff scrubbed off your skin.
I think that is when I knew I was a tad queer...

And there is that other dream I have in which I am riding an old Harley with Meryl on the back. Dreams are good, no?