Blast from the Past

I had a fling with an old flame the other night.

A dream fling.

(Really, people? After all the ranting and raving we have done on the blog about infidelity, did you actually think I meant a real life, awake fling? Sheesh!)

So back to my dream.

It was totally random because I have seriously not thought about this guy in years! I think the only reason he popped into my subconscious was because he befriended me on Facebook a few days ago.

Isn't Facebook great? Keeping people that should probably just forget about each other connected.

We knew each other in high school and had one of those on again, off again non-relationships based solely on how much we liked hooking up with each other. And since I was all of 15 or 16, it was pretty tame hooking up. Even in my dream.

We pretty much just made out on the couch...in the dream and in real life. Not for any lack of trying to deflower me on his part. But thankfully at the tender age of something-teen, I still had a good healthy fear of accidental impregnation or STDs from the over-sexed man whore I was gettin' jiggy with on the sofa. And of the large arsenal my father had at his disposal...I mean I did like this boy. I didn't want daddy to shoot him.

So anywho, I woke up laughing. And a little ticked that my dream self did not have this smokin' hot 15 year body:

No wonder this guy spent over 4 years trying to jump my bones!

Of course, when I rolled over in my bed, I found my real life lover to be much more satisfying than memories of the past!

(Sorry, I promise that is as sappy as you will ever hear me get here on Brutally Honest. But cut me some slack, my anniversary was a few days ago and so I am just basking in the romantic glow of our love.)

(Crap! I did it again!)