weird dream

i rarely remember my dreams, but if i do, the memories are generally unclear and i can only assign vague feelings and emotions to them rather than actual details.
last nights dream was different.

my friend annie calls me up and asks me to do a waxing service on one of her clients. she was going to his house right then and wanted to know if i could leave right away.
we arrive at his house and we he answers the door, i am a little surprised to see how young he is. he truly only looked like he was in his early 20's, but i figured he was probably 26 or 27.
he invited us in and offered us something to drink. even if he was in his late 20's, his social grace matured him in a very appealing way.
annie busied herself getting set up and i proceeded to cleanse his face and start trimming his facial hair(this in itself is weird. you do not wax a mans facial hair. ever.). he seemed comfortable with this close contact and we are chatting and joking when quite suddenly he kisses me.
its like one of those scenes in the movies where the girl is surprised and might even resist the kiss for a moment, but in a matter of a few seconds the shock has worn off and i am leaning into this unexpected kiss(who knows where annie is at this point)and it turns into this amazing make out.
the next thing i know we are at a party. apparently he is somewhat famous in his field of work because people are fawning all over him, but he seems unaffected and i am even more impressed with him. despite all that is going on, he is paying a lot of attention to me and its pretty obvious that he is crazy about me, but i am kind of uptight about the age difference. it doesnt phase him in the slightest and he keeps telling everyone how we met and got together and how happy we are. i feel really happy being with him. it feels right despite the obvious obstacles.
this is where the details go fuzzy, but we continue on as a couple and are very happy. in this dream, i am dressed fashionably, but not in my normal taste. i dont recognize him from real life at all, but he definitely isnt my standard. really young, blonde hair(i usually like darker hair)and kind of skinny. he kind of looks like a better dressed skater guy. i never caught his name.

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phooey, blah, arggggh, and all those other gutteral type sounds we make to convey what we are feeling. i am missing mr ex man. i kind of want to reach out and call or text or something. been praying a lot about it. no stupor of thought, but no real direction either. i keep reminding myself of all the crap-forget that all the SHIT he pulled on me. it really got bad. i finally went his way on something he had been begging me to do for months. i put down my pride and i did it. i didnt meet in the middle, i went to him. he totally screwed it up and BLAMES ME. he said he could never give me the reassurance i needed. like i am a sucking vortex of neediness. the ONLY reassurance i needed was from the damage he caused. it mattered not to him that i would instantly forgive. i even said sorry first. i love him. i just wanted it to be right. i am thinking too much about it and it hate that. i want the chick flick romantic ending. he fights through the worst storm ever to get to me. begging my forgiveness, he offers a beautiful ring, shows me a current temple rec, and a letter signed by all his children that they support him in his happiness. ok. stop puking. i really did have a dream many months ago. i was coming out from the temple, walking down the steps and there he was. i walk toward him, not knowing what to say. he takes my hand, goes down on one knee, opens the jewelers box and says "will you please marry me?" inside the lid of the box is his temple rec. sigh. why wont a heart stop loving when its all over?