I kissed a girl and I liked it!*

It was tender. It was sweet. It was HAWT! It was in the evening, after dark. We were walking from the house to the cal and about halfway there I stopped, leaned in to her, and we kissed passionately. The kiss lasted 3-5 seconds; not long enough to lead to anything further, but just the right length to indicate how serious we were. Fifteen hours later, I can still feel the warmth of her body. It felt as thrilling as the first time I’d ever done it.

One problem. It was a dream. A product of an active imagination and mis-firing neurons. I don’t know who the girl is (was? No, I’m keeping this memory alive. Is.) I don’t know who she represents, but I strongly suspect that she’s not the lady who was sleeping in the bed next to me last night, the one to whom I’ve been married to for almost 30 years.

I don’t remember any of the rest of the dream. I never remember *any *of my dreams. But this. This I’ve been playing back all day. Savoring it. Just thought I’d share.

*I’m a hetero male, monagamous and faithful

What I’ve found is, if you try really hard and carefully recreate exactly the same conditions as last night (in your head), you can sometimes revisit the same dream for a second night.

You never know, you might get to second base tonight.

If I had a nickel…

For a while, about a year after we got married (think Mid-Reagan), I kissed the same girl about every week or so at night. Different places, different situations… Always nice and romantic, then done.

Now and then it happens again - at a party, walking somewhere…

It’s pretty nice, and being a dream it’s harmless. In fact, once in a while I wake up and the woman next to me (whatshername whatshername… ) notices something and it gets going somewhere else.

Which also works for me.

Maybe it was Fanny? Frank wasn’t in it, was he?

I wonder how many women would consider that cheating.