So I had a horrible dream. Details follow so if you hate these kinds of posts, you have been warned.

I was having sex with someone I have been pondering in my waking life. While we were right in the middle of the sex he starts crying, and telling me to get off, get off — and not in a c’mon baby way, but it in a get the hell off me bitch way. So I get off, as he’s coming. Then he jumps up off the bed, takes a shower, comes out fully dressed and calls some girl.

“I’ve been with her every night for a year,” he said. “I think she might be the one.”
“Oh,” I said.

Then I woke up. Clearly my subconscious is telling me this guy is otherwise preoccupied, and I think I’m gonna listen to it.