I still don't know what to do.
As a kid, I'd occasionally have those thoughts imagining Leicester being top. Being clear at the top of the top league and playing the best football.
They were daft dreams. They don't happen. I'm not a millionaire, I don't have a McLaren and a yacht. I'm not rich and handsome. Pretty women don't seek me (not that I know of, could be true). Leicester aren't the best team in the country.
How do you deal with something that's suddenly true and happening - in reality? I don't have pre-set behaviour for this, I just jump up and down with a silly grin. People think I've finally lost it.
Happy days? OH YES!
I know the feeling.
It was "pretty woman" related.
17 years ago I somehow embarked on a ludicrously intense 2 year adventure with a woman who was,in every way,premier league.
I'm more of a League 1 sort of bloke if I'm being brutally honest.
A decade younger than me,ridiculously intelligent,incredibly fun,sexually demented & looked like a cross between Salma Hayek & a freak accident in a tit factory.
My response was pretty much the same as yours! My friends wanted to know how much I was paying her.
In fact at a business do a half pissed bloke I'd only met that evening asked me where I found her.It took me a little while before it dawned on me that he thought she was an escort.
Thing was,I wasn't even offended as I completely understood.
It was every bit that unlikely.
Of course I almost drank myself to death when it ended.
Hopefully you won't be doing that in May.