My half-awake, half-asleep dream took place at the gym, in the free weights section where I go a lift my 15-pound dumbbells while the big boys grunt and lift 50s in each hand. A Sherwood song came on, and I said aloud, �Hey! That�s Tom�s profile song.�

From the corner of my eye, I saw the guy from one bench over turn to look at me. When I turned to meet his glance, it was Tom.

Now, mind you, my conscious brain is laughing at my dreaming self at this point. But being a conscious brain that enjoys the ensuring hilarity that comes from amusing myself at the oddest moments, my conscious brain kept the laughter to a hushed giggle to avoid waking my dreaming self up.

Good job, brain.

So Tom comes over and chats me up. Like in real life, I�m armed with a sly smile, a slight smirk, and my usual wit and charm. He�s falling prey, just as my charms to do all of the boys who, um... approach me at the gym�s weight bench section.

He then asked me if I�d like to hang out with him that Saturday, and that was where my conscious brain could no longer stifle the laughter and woke me up. I would have much preferred if the brain had at least managed to keep things quiet until after I made out with him, but sometimes the brain just doesn�t cooperate.

Then today during that post-lunch haze, I was thinking about the possibilities that my dirty, dirty mind could have wandered toward with my faux-crush. I then had a revelation!

My favorite MS Word font is Tahoma. If you rearrange the letters, it spells, �Aha, Tom!�

It�s so meant to be, and he�s got no clue.�