I am a straight male, but I had a homosexual dream earlier this week. In the dream I decided to explore my bi side and went on a date with a gay man. I had a nice time, but nothing romantic. At the end of the date, I politely told him I wasn’t interested and decided I was definately into girls. Weird.
Andygirl, I thought you were involved, too. In a big way. Must have you confused with someone else.
I was. We broke up a year and a half ago.
I’m somewhat surprised that nobody has commented on my earlier post.
Either-
A large number of folks have me on their ignore lists.
The warning of pop-ups has discouraged anybody from clicking the link.
Or, none of the people viewing the thread find my fixation on an undying porcupine woman unusual.
Perhaps, I can look forward to an e-mail from some Dopette informing me that she has a custom made suit and requesting an assignation.
A brief hijack -
Years ago, Dean Martin recited the following poem on his TV show:
I’ve found the lover of my dreams
I could not ask for more
She’s deaf and dumb and oversexed
And owns a liquor store