It was the night before we enter our first park, the Magic Kingdom. Wendy and I is sleeping on our bed. I was holding her from behind. We were both very sleepy, but couldn’t sleep. She began to ask me questions. I don’t want to answer them cause I was so tired, but I did it anyway.
“Duy, what’s your dream girl like?”
“I don’t know. There’s a long list. What do you mean?”
“Like physically-wise. What does she look like?”
“Umm. Pretty. Dark hair. I like girls with dark hair. Umm. I don’t know.”
“What’s personality like?”
“Umm… Smart. Loves Disney as much as I do. Admires the arts. Not afraid to be wild in public, but she has to be very classy. Loves Lady Gaga. I don’t know.”
“Oh.”
“Kinda like you.”
