Frustration on all fronts...
Damnit! I had the woman in my room, sitting on the edge of my bed. She was sympathetic*, she thought my lame joke was funny**, and she was hotter than a two-dollar pistol! And just as I was leading up to the sure-to-be-specTACular make-out session . . .
. . . my gods-damned alarm clock went off!
Grumble! Why don't the awful dreams ever end that way?***
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*Apparently, in the dream, something bad had happened earlier, though I cannot remember what.
**As sure a sign of sexual interest as the human race has ever devised.
***Yes, it was a dream. In the context of the dream, I was single. I don't cheat, even in dreams.
. . . my gods-damned alarm clock went off!
Grumble! Why don't the awful dreams ever end that way?***
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*Apparently, in the dream, something bad had happened earlier, though I cannot remember what.
**As sure a sign of sexual interest as the human race has ever devised.
***Yes, it was a dream. In the context of the dream, I was single. I don't cheat, even in dreams.