consumagenerica feels edgy offering first dream of the day but figures that's a silly fear...
In a kung fu class, we are going through our forms one at a time while the others watch and comment. This is scary but I feel confident, I have been working hard and I see smiles and glances of approval. Somehow I get chatting with JJ and learn that these are not his real initials: he is in fact an investigative journalist for the Mail and Guardian and lives mostly in hiding, hence the subterfuge. I realise he is someone whose work I have admired for a long time; this is exciting and sexy, I am suddenly acutely aware how much I fancy him.
Yuck, I'm a dream groupie.