Making Out With Ari

I was standing at a cocktail party talking with Ari Gold in hushed tones. We were together. His arm was around me, the palm of his hand pressed against my hip, pulling me in close to him. He was dressed in his standard black suit and crisp white shirt, and I was in a little cocktail dress. We were flirting and he was talking really fast in that dismissive, maddening, but funny way he has on Entourage, in between nuzzling my neck and trying to kiss me. At one point we kissed. He was running his hands across my back, gripping and groping me, and then I pulled away slightly.

That's when I revealed myself to be a complete airhead. I said, slightly indignantly but sincerely, "Ari, doesn't this mean that you're cheating on your wife, to kiss me like that?" He said, "No baby, it couldn't possibly be cheating because you have no meat on your bones, so how could my wife ever consider this cheating?" I took that to mean that he was saying that since I was a vegetarian - and thus had flesh made of something other than animal meat - that his wife would never be bothered by Ari kissing me. But, a part of me wondered if he was telling the truth. He was talking so fast.

That's what I dreamed last night.