Lucky Girl

The other night not only was George de-throned, but I fell in love.

His stage name was Nicholas.  He was tall, dark and handsome and worked in a sex house.  For some reason, my husband and I went to it and I remember going in madly in married love.  But at some point things turned weird (I think it was after the orientation meeting but before our appointment in one of the rooms of this sex house) and this guy made me feel like he knew me better than anyone.  He gave me a signed copy of his sex-education/training video box, not the actual video.  I managed to get my husband occupied with some girls that seemed fairly desperate (after some old man tried to kiss him) and started to desperately search for this guy all over the place.

It was stressful, exciting and insane.  I can't remember anything else, except I should have written the whole dream the morning after, but now, 2 days later I forgot the details.  All I know is that I was devastated because I woke up in love with someone who not only didn't exist, but wasn't the one I was married to.  This feeling of empty longing lasted quite a while.  Enough to make me call a couple of friends just so I could share my misery.

As the day progressed, the dream slowly faded along with my feelings of desperate love.  THIS IS THE PART THAT WILL MAKE SOME PEOPLE SICK:

In the afternoon, I slowly started to confuse the tall, dark and handsome guy with my not-so-tall, blonde and "hottie" husband.  The more I thought about it and time passed the more my husband crept into my mind.  By the time night came I was a desperate housewife in love with her man, after realizing that the feelings I had were for the one I married all along.

Lucky for us the kids went to the neighbors' and we were able to act as we did when we were dating and childless:  We spent the night wondering through Ikea and had a beautifully quiet dinner.  We talked and I felt so in love, amazed at the fact that we've been together so long.  Altoghether it was perfection, being able to spend all this time alone with him, knowing he'd have to leave me again the next day.

And yes I got some.

Twice.

G