What if I had dated you instead of her. You’re totally cute. You’re personality is awesome. We haves a lot of characteristics and likes in common. Hmm.

Lately I’ve been having a lot of bad dreams. Not bad like nightmares, bade like naughty. I suppose that word will suffice. Anyway. They all revolve around but do not always include sex. Anywhere from just kissing to the real thing. All harmless I suppose, for none of it is really happening. The only reason its been bothering me is because they’ve all been about you, and not her. No harm in wishful thinking I suppose, but its still kind of wrong. That’s probably why I like it so much. I reply what I can remember over and over all day long and look forward to the next dream, just to see how they change and evolve based off of the fantasies I’ve created.

It was fun. Talked a lot, which is rare. I think there was a tiny bit of flirting? Probably just wishful thinking on my part. I love it when you tease me. You know how badly I want you, but you don’t acknowledge it, you just tease me and stay vague because it drives me nuts. Always indirect and unclear. No real detail, but just enough to keep me interested. I’d give up anything for another taste of your lust. To hear it calling me. Things would be different this time. I’m not as innocent as last time.

You know the meme that goes something like, “I may fight with my family, but if you lay a finger on them, you’re dead.” You know the one. Well my mom found it on Facebook and now she’s ranting about the importance of family and sticking up for one another. Mom. It’s 6:30. Shut up. Please stop being fooled by the interweb. It’s irritating. Go to work and talk with your older friends about how cool Facebook and the memes you finds on it are.