He got the job!

So, last night I had a dream that this guy was my boyfriend. Except he wasn't famous--and his name was Greg. He wore a really dumb black suit with gold slanted stripes on the lapels to an interview. The interview was for a weather man (not a meteorologist) position on TV. He got the job! And we celebrated--even though I was embarrassed of his suit. His cuteness outweighed my embarrassment.