This is getting to be a habit

I accidentally combined two prompts from San Diego Momma's assignments in this one.

Dear Diary,

Last night the most amazing thing happened to me. I was walking out of the diner after I closed up and a limousine pulled up beside me. I walked a little faster and it followed. Just before I started really freaking out the back window rolled down and GEORGE CLOONEY leaned out. He asked me if a wanted a ride and OF COURSE I did, I mean GEORGE CLOONEY! After that I don’t know what happened. He asked me if I wanted some champagne and next thing I knew he was all over me. He has the best hands. He’s the BEST kisser, which, DUH, I mean GEORGE CLOONEY for cripes sake! Mostly he was a gentleman but after a while it was pretty easy to tell that he liked me, I mean, LIKE liked me, you know? I could feel his…you know, missile, all hard and insistent and everything against my…god, this so embarrassing, my hearth, you know? And I wanted to help him, really I did. Who wouldn’t want to have GEORGE CLOONEY be their first in a limo with champagne and everything? I knew Chris was waiting for me at home, though, I actually kind of wondered why he hadn’t picked me up. Usually he picks me up if I’m working late. I felt guilty, though, I didn’t want to betray him even if it was GEORGE CLOONEY. So I said no.

And then I woke up.

I’m so stupid who’s that loyal in a DREAM.

Love,
Krista