My life
Two nights ago, I went in to work really late for something and my boss wanted to talk to me. The lights were dim and he asked me to sit down on the leather couch. As I did, he sort of pushed me over so that I was laying down. Then something weird happened. He sighed and put his hand on my thigh. He started rubbing and moaning, and then he leaned in and started touching all over my body. I didn't know what to do. Part of me thought, "Oh my god, I can SO file a sexual harassment lawsuit against this guy!" and another part of me thought, "Oh my god, what do I do? Should I rub him back?!" And so I did. Rub him back, that is. We got so worked up it was ridiculous, and we talked about whether he'd done this with his other C.A.'s before. I asked him about Cynthia and he told me that she didn't want to date him. Then I asked him about Stephanie and he said he'd thought about it, but that she just wasn't really his type. I thought about what his wife would say if she knew what was happening. It was absolutely nuts.
Then, I spent last night with my ex. Two ex's, actually. They finally met each other, and it was intensely awkward. I'd thought I was in love with both of them, but as it turns out, I'm really only in love with one. The most recent one. While the other was in another room, I layed with the ex, with my head on his chest, talking about old times. I even talked about how attractive I thought the older ex was, and no hell broke loose. It was an amazing night.
Of course, both of these situations just described were dreams I had. Thank god neither of them happened or I don't know what I'd do with myself. Even just as dreams, they've mucked with my head. Had trouble looking the boss in the eye today at our meeting, and I felt bad talking to the older ex this afternoon when he asked if I loved him. Of course I love him. It was just a really weird dream.
Then, I spent last night with my ex. Two ex's, actually. They finally met each other, and it was intensely awkward. I'd thought I was in love with both of them, but as it turns out, I'm really only in love with one. The most recent one. While the other was in another room, I layed with the ex, with my head on his chest, talking about old times. I even talked about how attractive I thought the older ex was, and no hell broke loose. It was an amazing night.
Of course, both of these situations just described were dreams I had. Thank god neither of them happened or I don't know what I'd do with myself. Even just as dreams, they've mucked with my head. Had trouble looking the boss in the eye today at our meeting, and I felt bad talking to the older ex this afternoon when he asked if I loved him. Of course I love him. It was just a really weird dream.