This is why I don't have a boyfriend.

Last night I had the perfect dream.

It started the way any dream should -- I was shopping. And this wasn't just any regular shopping -- oh no. This was a giant store filled with everything I could ever want to wear in my life. I don't remember what much of it looked like, but I do remember trying on this dark blue/black sequin dress. It was freaking adorable.

Anyway...

I went to check out and all I had in my hands was a Zelda T-shirt. Now let's take a time out for a second. I love me some Zelda, but that was all I managed to pick out in the world's most perfect store? Come on, dream Lindsay, pull yourself together.

Back to the story...

I went up to the checkout holding my Zelda T-shirt and I noticed a boy -- who was cute rather than "hot" with his curly brown hair and his lankiness -- who was talking about the fact that there were no more Zelda T-shirts left. Out of nowhere, I pull up not only the confidence to talk to him, but also an extra T-shirt in his size.

So we get to talking and I find out that he is a nerdfighter. Tall, lanky, brunette, nerdfighter... man of my dreams. We walk around the store -- with our arms around each other because apparently that's what you do 10 seconds after you meet someone -- talking about video games and college and our lifelong dreams and such.

We talked about how we like games like Mario Kart, but that Zelda has always been our true calling. I believe that that was my pick-up line actually. This is why I don't have a boyfriend. Next, we talked about where we were going to college. He said that he had applied to a bunch and he was still trying to make a decision. I told him I was going to Madison -- which was on his list -- in hopes that he would choose to go there because of me. Then, he asked my what the one thing was that I was good at and passionate about. I finally managed, through my dream tears to say singing. I told him that I had no idea why I wasn't majoring in music because I felt like it was the only thing I was good at.

This is when I started to wake up. I could feel myself being pulled away from this simple perfection and it shook me so hard that I started crying. Even though this dream boy wasn't real, I never asked him his name and that broke my freaking heart.

The moral of the story? Never fall asleep reading Eclipse. No, no. Never fall asleep reading any of the Twilight books.