A Single Middle-Aged Woman...

She wakes from the animated , sexy dream about him again. He's one of two men she's ever dreamt about like that. The dreams come so easily, so unexpectedly. They set her mind to wondering "what if" thoughts. She doesn't want to think "what if" thoughts about him; especially not him. Telling herself she won't be like all the other women in his life...not the ones who raped his trust, and not the foolish ones who chase him. She loves him. He loves her. They are friends. Just friends. Friends who have an inappropriate amount of sexual tension between them. He was so animated and funny and uninhibited, which made him nearly irresistible. He danced naked in front of her. Not a serious, seductive male stripper kind of dance. He danced a playful, teasing dance, wagging his naked penis at her, enticing her to do fun things to it. She laughed. She fought to resist. She felt pulled towards his dancing naked penis as if it were the negatively ...

...happened at the theatre tonight and on the way home. I met Scrooge at one of my favorite theatres here in Dallas, the Angelika. I like it because they feature unusual, thought-provoking (does a hyphen belong there?) and well made films. Tonight our intended feature was "Milk," starring Sean Penn. It was playing in Auditorium 2. It was scheduled to begin at 4:35 p.m. It was my pleasure to order a cup of $2.45 drip coffee and people watch as I waited for Scrooge to arrive. There was an especially attractive gentleman in the coffee shop whom I wish now I'd had the balls to make up an excuse to speak to. I let fear snatch yet another of life's offerings for an experience from my grasp. But, that is a story for another time. Upon seeing Scrooge through the wall of plate glass windows I texted him to come buy his ticket from the kiosk. It is much faster that way. Overlooking the time I wasted texting as opposed to just getting up, going out the door, and telling him t...