my eyes popped open at 8:10 this morning and i immediately set about the business of getting ready for work. as i was searching the house for my bra of choice, a scene from the dream i’d had flashed before my eyes and nearly brought me to my knees.
i had a sex dream about. . .
ok. this is hard for me to admit and i don’t even know what to think of it.
but i had a sex dream about the TTHM. i know! i’m a little stunned. because i’ve never had a sex dream about the TTHM. it wasn’t really a sex dream it was a gonna-have-sex-dream and it was just so awkward and weird that i didn’t even know what to think about it.
see, it all started that he bought a new backpack and usually he just wears some weird sort of buttpack that i like to mercilessly make fun of until he nearly crys. and i was asking him about the old buttpack and then he kissed me. and i was wearing a skirt. and then i kissed his neck and hands started wandering and i asked him what on earth we were doing and he said it was time we tried something new in our relationship.
it was just so weird, like we didn’t know what to do next. we never finished the act, we never even got to the part about taking off our clothes, because i was distracted by some shiny young thing and left the scene of the near-copulation.
then i woke up.
and now i’m at work where my rage is burning so whitehot i feel like i need a shower to cool off.