Just to sidetrack a moment - Mary has been at me for the longest time to record the fact that she has been trying very hard to be nice to me, and succeeding too; no jokes about man-sluts and all. There we go, consider it done - I never take offence anyway, you make me laugh at myself, which is good.
Back to the chase - in December I had a gay dream about a male colleague which I posted on this blog, if you're not familiar you'll find it in the archive, it's entitled "Dream on." To be honest I forgot about it until Mary mentioned it today, straight out of the blue. Now I know I'm in a happy, friendly, sociable mood at the moment, which in turn can make me kind of fearless, I have been for some time, so I entertain the questions about this dream. And I almost let the name of the male colleague slip, not by accident, but just because of my lack of my fear, because I wanted to. I think Mary was right - the reason why I had such a dream about him and enjoyed it so much is, truth be told, because he strikes a chord somewhere within me. Maybe the original post was not the whole truth; I mean he is still not my type, but I would not refuse him you know? Perhaps that's says so much more about me than him, but he's kind of hot, there's no denying that.
Enough already, I'm starting to blush, if you want any further information take me out and feed me brandy until it makes my tongue loose, at least I'll enjoy a free night out for my troubles.
Oh man, why do I admit to these things and how have I become so fearless of the truth? When I know this is just so not a good idea and only adding fuel to the fire. Take note readers and do it quickly I have a feeling this post will not be around for long.
In the meantime..... do you fancy a walk up onto the market dream-boy?
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