And Christopher Lee Gets a Pass!

Dave is an amazing person.  One of the things that has always attracted me to him is his confidence.  He is gregarious, affectionate, and vivacious.  He is comfortable in any situation.  Put this man on any corner of the planet, and he will come away with a handful of anecdotes and a new friend or two.  He’s a genuine people-person.

And he’s so secure, not only of himself but of our relationship.  I’m not the easiest girl to connect with.  The Three-Date Curse has followed me for a reason.  And even when I’m involved in a relationship, I have a collection of friends and contacts that can rattle the most steady personas.  We talk about everything, and that can be a problem.  But Dave appreciates my relationships for what they are and even jumps right in.  He’s truly bulletproof.

The other day, he told me he was bothered by a dream he had.  Naturally, I asked him what it was about.  He said he dreamed of me.  So far so good, I thought.  Most of my dreams are about sex so I asked him what his was about.

We met Christopher Lee, he said.  I remarked that it was a nice start.  Both of us are horror movie fans so the inclusion of the actor considered the quintessential Dracula of the 1970’s (not to mention a couple Tim Burton movies for you poor souls not familiar with the genre) must have been great-if it couldn’t be one of my dreams, anyway.  

It was, he said.  At first he was really excited.  Until he learned Christopher Lee’s true intentions.

It would seem I was thrilled to make the acquaintance of such an iconic film star and didn’t make my enthusiasm a secret.  He in turn, happily reciprocated.  A little too happily, Dave said.  Or perhaps a little too reciprocatively.  I’ll let you be the judge.

Because I cheated on Dave with Christopher Lee!

As someone who dreams so vividly, I’m sure the dream rattled him.  It meant enough to him to mention to me and as such, I should have readily offered words of support and comfort.  Instead I smiled.  Maybe I smirked?  And when I looked into his eyes, try as I might I lost my cool.

I giggled.  He looked for reassurances, and instead I giggled.  And when he began to react, I laughed even harder.

Christopher Lee passed away a while ago, didn’t he?  And even while alive, he was still a very old man by the end.  Yes, he was a very old man with a voice as smooth as gelato, but he’s not my type.  Putting my arms around Dave, I said I am much happier stretched out on the couch watching him at home.  I’m still trying to break him in, I told Dave.  I’d hate to start again, film legend or not.

That’s just it, he said.  He wasn’t upset about me wanting to have a fling with Christopher Lee in his dreams at all.  He could completely understand the attraction if I had it.  He would have even given me a pass.

But he said Christopher Lee only approached me, not him and he didn’t know how to take that.  Why not him too-or a package deal?  It’s not like Dave didn’t work out all the time.

It’s okay, I said as I laughed even harder.  Maybe Christopher Lee was too intimidated by a beast like mine?  But if in his dreams Christopher Lee should ever change his mind and approach him, I told Dave I would give him a pass.

But not Jennifer Aniston, that’s where I draw the line.

I’m Jennifer Beck and I’m Jenuinely Jennifer.

Writer, Researcher and Final Girl!