No, not his brother James Franco - which, dude, COME ON, you are killing me with your gross pervy-ness - but David Franco. This guy:
|Yeah. *Especially* the smirk. From here.|
I will watch this guy in anything - I watched the NINTH season of Scrubs
But back to my dream. I dreamt that David Franco had a big ole crush on me, which was awesome. Even in the dream, I recognized that the man is markedly younger than I, but I didn't seem to care. And neither did he. I also may have still been married in my dream, but that didn't really factor in, either, because evidently I'm complete amoral or he is a freebie. Either way, I win.
Do you know - do you remember - that swoopy feeling you'd get when you saw your crush? It's hard to keep that feeling going when you're in a relationship. It happens every once in a while, but it's not like seeing that person at their locker and getting giddy because WOW THERE HE IS! It's nice to have that feeling, even if it's in a dream. Especially when you wake up abruptly from that dream because you are old and have to pee and your husband has burrito rolled himself into the blankets and you can hear your cats yowling about breakfast even though it is 5:goddamn30 in the morning.
I also may or may not have seen David Franco's dream wiener.** STOP JUDGING ME.
* Bonus points if you recognized this as the first line from Daphne DuMaurier's Rebecca. Haven't read it? Read it. It's great. Or even watch the movie. Also very, very good.
** I totally saw it. It was . . . hilarious. Because come on, wieners are hilarious.