Care Bears, Stare!

I had a dream last night about a guy I recently went out with. We were sitting on my sofa, drinking wine, when I decided that we were friendly enough for me to ask him why things hadn’t worked out between us. Yeah, it sounds as painful as you’re already, cringingly thinking about.

“I have to ask you something and I want you to be completely, brutally honest with me.”

“OK.”

Insistently, “I mean it. I don’t want you to hold back at all.”

Slow and reluctant: “Um, OK.”

I could tell at that moment he was so not going to be cool with me asking this question, and that it looked like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. And you couldn’t force me to ask what happened between us, because I thought I’d rather die than ever allow something so ridiculous to come out of my mouth. Holy smokes, I can barely process the stupidity of addressing my question to HIM.

So I changed gears and with my well-honed, quick thinking Improv mind said the first thing I could think of:


(Seriously and with a completely straight face)"Did you ever watch The Care Bears on Saturday mornings?"

Yeah, that’s what I said. In my dream, that is. And I think the subconscious experience was all that I will ever need as an answer.