The Music Swells And -- Fade Out

Several times in the past couple of weeks I've had the same (or very similar variations on a) recurring dream. It always involves a beautiful woman, albeit not someone I know or immediately recognize. We're always about to or have just gone on a terrific date. It's that funny-awkward moment where I'm walking her to her door. We had a good time, things are going well, the evening is almost over, and the chemistry seems to be working just fine. So, there we are, standing under the porch light or whatever, and we're looking at each other intently, trying to read what's written on the back of each other's retinas, scoping out the situation, contemplating "the move". And. It. Starts. To. Happen. We. Move. Closer. Closer. And --

-- just at that EXACT moment, a cat jumps on me and I wake up, like I've been thrown out at first base on an infield line-drive that took a bad bounce straight at the shortstop.

EVERY SINGLE TIME!

Now, I ask you -- what are the odds?