The Man of my Dreams

I am standing around somewhere (Barnes & Noble I think) with a bunch of hoochie looking girls. We are all excited about something, though I don't know what. In walks this guy I have a huge crush on. We'll call him Schmett Schmichaels to protect his anonymity. So Schmett walks around behind a large cardboard wall and sits down. I am told that it is my turn to talk to Schmett and I only have a few minutes. I walk around the cardboard wall (which is painted to look like a brick wall) and find myself face to face with Schmett. We exchange hellos and I ask him to autograph the picture that just appeared in my hand. He obliges and we chat happily for a few minutes. I tell him how I would like to photoshop a picture of my brother's head on a picture of his body. He thinks that is hillarious and tells me so. I hear the angry grumbles of the girls on the other side of the wall and tell Schmett that I should go so the others don't get angry. He tells me not to go and we begin to kiss. He tells me that he would like to see me again. I ask him if that would be okay even though I'm not on his show "schmock of Love." He tells me that he could get in trouble but that it doesn't matter because he is in love with me. I use the sharpie that just appeared in my hand and attempt to write my phone number on my hand, but Schmett keeps licking it off. I giggle, "Schmett, quit it!" and we share a glass of lemonade.