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course. Why do you ask?” I realized my response was a little too high-pitched and cheerful.
    “Well … you’ve been holding that steak fajita in your hands for a while now and you haven’t taken a bite from it,” Jill said as she eyed the steak fajita in my hands and then back at me, “and you’ve been a little quiet.”
    “Sorry guys, I was just distracted because—” I paused and wasn’t sure how to respond. I still hadn’t told the girls about these dreams because he felt like a secret—a secret I’ve kept from them for months. I was also embarrassed to admit that I had been having vivid sex dreams about someone other than Mike, who up until a few days ago, had been my long-term boyfriend. And I wasn’t sure how to tell them that I had just seen this same man from my dreams in the flesh today, in Cancun, on the beach right in front of our beach resort. Even I thought that sounded incredibly crazy, and I had seen him myself.
    I realized the girls were looking at me expectantly. Finally, I made a decision. I took in a deep breath and began telling them in detail about my dreams, about this gorgeous man with dimples, and about how much I’ve thought about him in my waking hours since he first appeared in my dreams.
    “Damn, he sounds hot,” Steph said. “While I’m having nightmares about failing out of law school, you’re having wet dreams about a Greek god. You bitch,” she teased, and we all laughed.
    “He does sound amazing,” Jill said dreamily and sighed. “Don’t you wish dreams could be real sometimes?”
    “Actually—” I started. The girls immediately all turned to me.
    “I—well—I kind of saw him today—”
    “What?” the girls shrieked.
    “How is that possible?” Gloria asked.
    I recounted to them what had happened on the beach as they all stared at me in disbelief.
    “Well, that shit’s crazy,” Steph said as she fell back into her chair. “Your dream man literally comes to life. I will say it again, you bitch.”
    After another round of laughter died down, Steph continued, “You know what you need to do, right?”
    “What?” I asked in confusion.
    “You have to find him and sleep with him, silly,” Steph said.
    “That’s definitely a sign from the universe,” Gloria agreed.
    “Oh, that’s so exciting, Emma. To meet him in Cancun of all places!” Jill shrieked with excitement.
    I laughed. “Come on, guys. I’m not even sure if what I had seen was real. What if I had drifting off and it was all just a dream? I had been drinking too. Besides, even if he was real, how am I supposed to find him here in Cancun? This place is crawling with people,” I said as I gestured around.
    I knew I was right. We were having dinner at an outdoor patio facing the strip and from where we sat, we could see an ocean of people walking in all directions—majority of them looked like they were on their college spring break.
    “Well, if it’s meant to be, you’ll see him again,” Jill reassured me. She was the eternal optimist in our group.
    “And if you do, don’t forget to sleep with him,” Steph chimed and winked, which caused us all to laugh again.
    ***
    By the time we arrived at Dady’O, the girls and I already had two rounds of tequila shots as “dessert” after dinner. If we drank like this back at home, we’d probably be forced to go to one of those rehab facilities for alcoholics , I thought to myself in amusement.
    Dady’O was a cavernous nightclub with a two-story tall open floor plan. From the center of the ceiling, beams of laser lights of blue, green, pink, and yellow rapidly flashed and swept through the dance floor. As we walked around the nightclub, the rotating dance floors were blasting with a mix of 80s, 90s, and current dance and hip-hop music and we had to push through a sea of hot, sweaty, and drunk bodies to get to one of the bars.
    Jill ordered us a round of Blowjobs at the bar, one of her favorite shots. We then ordered some drinks and we