Dream Girl

It was her! The woman he had dreamed about for three long years. His heart beat so loud in his chest he worried everyone in the room could hear it. How could this be? He had created her in his own lucid dreams to combat the loneliness he had experienced while he was at war.

How odd to see her, in person, at a McDonald’s in Rotterdam. She was 6 feet tall, had purple hair, and the physique of a competitive bodybuilder. Everything he dreamed about! So next question was: how best to approach a stranger who could easily kick his butt?

He turned and started walking away shaking. He couldn’t do it. His fear took the wheel and steered. “Excuse me sir! You dropped this!” He turned back and to his amazement, there she was holding his wallet. “Thank you miss. Um, this might be a bit forward but… will you marry me?!”

"Wait ... but why? I don't even know who you are?!" She was in her bra top, sizzling in sweat, and her abs are perfect. "Me neither, but I know who you will be." He was afraid his charm would not work, but with her abs in his mind, he is now ready to transform her into She-Hulk.

Seeing his leering gaze, she felt anger well up. “Who does this geek think he is,” she thought. As he approached with hands squeezing invisible grapefruits, she brought up one leg and connected a hook kick to his chin. He crumpled backwards, sobbing. She lived happily ever after.