Strange Dream

I'm still trying to figure out what, if anything this dream was supposed to mean. Let me break down the elements;

I was in a math class. Math was my worst subject. I hated it. The only times I ever failed in school was a math class of some sort. Perhaps my brain just can't process math.

The teacher was a pretty blond with a nice chest and was practically exposing them to the class. I think any amateur dream reader than crack that code.

Sitting next to me was a girl I knew back in college. We were friends, part of a larger group of friends. I had a thing for her sure, but she had a boyfriend so all we could ever be was friends. We had a lot of adventures together, parties, road trips, etc. One drunken night, I spent the night in her dorm and it was the first time I had ever gone down on a woman. I the graduated and saw her less often. She then got married then I never heard from her again. I ran into her a few years ago at a club with her husband. One thing I never understood was why she, and others in that crowd kept in touch but not with me. I guess that's part of the dream too.

Hell of a way to go!!!

Hey at least he won the bet! But at what a price!

What Am I Doing?

I know I said I wouldn't talk to her because I got the sense there is too much drama. Yet something inside me keeps pushing the envelope. I guess it's the excitement of the possibility of something happening in the future. The other night she asked me in yahoo IM to tell her something to get her off. I did. So now I have to think how far this is going to go. My id and superego (the literal angel and devil on my shoulder) have been constantly fighting. I want some time for myself, to do what I want to do. Afterwards I can come back to my usually dull routine.

Playboy Radio Can Be Depressing...

I have satellite radio. It's great! I just recently discovered Playboy radio. On my way home in the night time I listen to the night calls. Listening to some of these people I don't know whether to be extremely envious or skeptical. It seems like everyone has amazing sex lives except me. I know the right thing is to talk but we've had this discussion twice before. She said she is not interested and has had a lifetime of experience. She also made a curious comment that I wouldn't do anyone better than her. Now why would she say that? Clearly she wants me around but expects me to entertain myself. One thing I've learned is people have needs and they will not repress them forever. Hell I'm watching friends and coworkers do it. Well not literally.

Still No Player

When I was single I was a lousy Mack. I didn't use come on lines, I didn't wear flashy clothes and never drove a flashy car. It was semi-redneck casual and a pick up truck for me. What you saw was what you got. While my wife was at an all girls party the husbands invited me out to a bar. I went, why not, beats being at home alone. I don't go out often, just once in a blue moon. Loud, crowded bars are not my thing. I get there and it's loud, and crowded. It is also full of hot women. I wondered if any of them would be receptive to someone in my predicament. I met up with my friends. One of them was with a lady friend who wasn't his wife. Of course his wife is a hot Hispanic gal. Oh well, not my business. There was a friend of hers who was cold so I lent her my jacket. We chatted for a bit. Then when the music played my friend danced with her. I wouldn't have minded a dance with her. Problem was I hate the music they were playing. I'm not a 'booty music' man. Oh well, he comes back a short while later claiming he almost kissed her. I wonder what he meant by almost. My other friend is showing me pictures of all his girlfriends on his cell phone. Talk about gutsy. I couldn't do that. Too risky. He better hope he is in control of that phone at all times because if his wife finds it.....

Anyhow the night didn't end on a bad note. I can still hold a conversation for the most part. However there was one woman, in a short skirt and furry boots, really sexy, but hard to talk to. My gut told me it wasn't worth trying to fake a conversation just for the sake of 'getting the mack on.' Oh well.