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Last night I had a dream in which Anthony Bourdain cooked me dinner. Something French. I remember feeling embarrassed because in it I was wearing the Font 242 shirt I had worn to bed. And I spilled something on it, but was able to cover it up. I may not have been wearing pants either, I'm not completely sure. It was almost date like atmosphere, shyness on both ends. And everything was fine except that there was an older woman in a cocktail dress in the background screaming at the both of us.

For those of you who don't know who Anthony Bourdain is...

I think he's rather sexy. He cooks, is a fabulous writer, has lead and interesting life, and I really like his view on the world and his commentary on various cultures. Oh, and it doesn't hurt that he is from New Jersey.

(Don't worry...dkmfc knows about this celebrity crush of mine. He thinks I have weird taste in men.)

Speaking of having weird taste. I've never had a "type" per se. Every person I have had a relationship with has looked completely different, been all different ages (the youngest being 19 and the oldest being 40) they have all had different jobs, different interests, tastes in music and art, politics, etc. The only constant is that all the men have been taller than me and all the women have been shorter.

I guess this just means I am vastly open minded when it comes to people.