Just call me Weirdo McAwkwardcakes.
I don't have many sex dreams. Well, correction: I don't have many normal sex dreams. Gnerally, I'm dream about messing around with a person, and then they become a zombie and try to kill me; or, it's a dream with someone I'm digging and we're not really...doing anything, or, it's something far too perverse.
So, this morning, I suppose my subconscious pitied me and gave me a legitimate (and fun) sex dream. Right after I woke up, I realized that I knew the person in it. But...not well enough to not feel really awkward about it. Like, I know them, I've seen them around a few times, we have a couple friends in common...but, I've never really talked to them or anything, namely because I'm lame.
Now I feel stupid, because I feel awkward about a thing that never really happened between me and a guy I know/read but never talk to in person. That makes me the lamest person on earth. At least I'm not Joe Biden, and awestruck by "articulate" black people. And, I'm not Crazy Britney Spears--I mean, I've yet to attack my ex-husband's SUV with an umbrella right before my moms drove me back to rehab.
"They tried to make me go to rehab--I said no, no, no."
So, this morning, I suppose my subconscious pitied me and gave me a legitimate (and fun) sex dream. Right after I woke up, I realized that I knew the person in it. But...not well enough to not feel really awkward about it. Like, I know them, I've seen them around a few times, we have a couple friends in common...but, I've never really talked to them or anything, namely because I'm lame.
Now I feel stupid, because I feel awkward about a thing that never really happened between me and a guy I know/read but never talk to in person. That makes me the lamest person on earth. At least I'm not Joe Biden, and awestruck by "articulate" black people. And, I'm not Crazy Britney Spears--I mean, I've yet to attack my ex-husband's SUV with an umbrella right before my moms drove me back to rehab.
"They tried to make me go to rehab--I said no, no, no."