I dreamed of this guy last night. You can read about him in the post “An Unhealthy Relationship.” Yeah, that guy. Read the blog, I won’t give any backstory in this one.
In the dream, I was at home. Ironically being sad because my Twitter followers had fallen from 22 to 17, and I couldn’t figure out why. @PessimisticLaw dropped me! AND @Jay_Squires! (I’m name-dropping, but it’s true.)
So there I am, lamenting my drop in fame, when I get a call from the aformentioned guy. I don’t know why I listened, but when he said he’d come pick me up I agreed.
*blurry lost moments*
We’re at his house, and suddenly we’re in bed. Now let me mention here that the guy does have a girlfriend. The same girl he’s been with for like, 15 years plus. So yeah, we’re gonna be doing some cheating.
Anyway, there we are in bed, and he’s saying all the right stuff – how he’s missed me, how he’s wanted me, how he’s so happy we’re gonna be having the sex now. Apparently he’s really happy. So happy that that he has to stop very soon after we start! Either I am that good, or the man has been without for a while!
After a calming breather, it’s on to Take #2. And things are progressing well, I’m enjoying myself. So much so that when I next open my eyes, I see his girlfriend in the room, moving about like she doesn’t even notice us! HAH!
The guy doesn’t see the need to stop, but being a lady, I DO. So I quickly gather my things and run off to the bathroom – which is disgustingly filthy, by the way. While I’m in there, doing my delicate girly things, the girlfriend walks in and starts to dump some eggs and hashbrowns from a pan into the toilet. Thoughtfully, she asks me if I’d be interested in them – I assume they were for the guy, but as he has displeased her, his breakfast is now to be flushed. I decline, and try to apologize. She waves me off and heads back to the kitchen.
Now, and you boys might want to avert your eyes for this next part, I realize that all the sexin’ has caused my period to start, and I’ve literally soaked through my jeans. Eww, right? Guess that’s the price I pay.
I dart out to my car (which has magically appeared), grateful for the faux leather seats that are so easy to clean, and head home. /Dream.
Don’t think I need to spend too much time figuring out the meaning behind this dream, right?
A) I want to get laid.
B) This is not the guy to do it with.
C) Did I mention I need to get laid?