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Jun. 17th, 2003 03:51 pmquidditchgrrlLast night I dreamt about posting in LJ. Not anything HP-related, really, but it was freaky all the same.
I'm not a one-man woman. I can count the days, how long it's been since my lips touched someone aside from Honeybunch (five years, seven months, eight days, and nine hours) with anything like passion.
Pathetic, isn't it? And it's not that I would dream of cheating, but there's just something...well, I guess it's the variety that I miss. The being turned on in as many different ways as I have partners, to learn their predilections but never really knowing them. I like it that way - I'm not the kind of person who needs declarations of undying love - in fact, that kind of thing is a turn-off for me.
So, a little more than a year ago, Honeybunch and I were having troubles. He was being a complete and total asshole, and I was at the end of my rope. I know these are the times when one really has to be very careful lest you get led astray - all the books say so. *groan* I met up with an old friend of mine, and realized that we had been living parallel lives literally steps from each other. He and I were in the same building for hours at a time, working on our anthropology degrees (his masters, my BA), we lived in apartments that were right next door (he actually thought he saw me one day, but didn't think it would be me), he'd been by the place I worked, etc. It was amazing, and we had so much fun catching up on what was happening in our lives over the next couple of months. If he had asked me to come up for a visit, I honestly don't know what I would have done.
Nothing happened. Eventually Honeybunch and I worked out our differences (my post about 'male epiphanies' will have to wait, lest this post get outrageously long) and we got engaged in November. But last night, I lived out my (and J's, I believe) fantasy. I felt guilty throughout the dream, but the guilt was nothing to the wonderful feeling of someone different, yet someone I know very well. It doesn't hurt that J has the most gorgeous lips either!
I immediately posted into LJ when I got 'home', spilling my guts to you all and lamenting the fact that I couldn't have it both ways. I nearly checked LJ before I left for work because the dream seemed so real. Actually, the dream was kind of the best of both worlds - all of the pleasure without the messy consequences. I could go for that.
I'm not a one-man woman. I can count the days, how long it's been since my lips touched someone aside from Honeybunch (five years, seven months, eight days, and nine hours) with anything like passion.
Pathetic, isn't it? And it's not that I would dream of cheating, but there's just something...well, I guess it's the variety that I miss. The being turned on in as many different ways as I have partners, to learn their predilections but never really knowing them. I like it that way - I'm not the kind of person who needs declarations of undying love - in fact, that kind of thing is a turn-off for me.
So, a little more than a year ago, Honeybunch and I were having troubles. He was being a complete and total asshole, and I was at the end of my rope. I know these are the times when one really has to be very careful lest you get led astray - all the books say so. *groan* I met up with an old friend of mine, and realized that we had been living parallel lives literally steps from each other. He and I were in the same building for hours at a time, working on our anthropology degrees (his masters, my BA), we lived in apartments that were right next door (he actually thought he saw me one day, but didn't think it would be me), he'd been by the place I worked, etc. It was amazing, and we had so much fun catching up on what was happening in our lives over the next couple of months. If he had asked me to come up for a visit, I honestly don't know what I would have done.
Nothing happened. Eventually Honeybunch and I worked out our differences (my post about 'male epiphanies' will have to wait, lest this post get outrageously long) and we got engaged in November. But last night, I lived out my (and J's, I believe) fantasy. I felt guilty throughout the dream, but the guilt was nothing to the wonderful feeling of someone different, yet someone I know very well. It doesn't hurt that J has the most gorgeous lips either!
I immediately posted into LJ when I got 'home', spilling my guts to you all and lamenting the fact that I couldn't have it both ways. I nearly checked LJ before I left for work because the dream seemed so real. Actually, the dream was kind of the best of both worlds - all of the pleasure without the messy consequences. I could go for that.
