Cuddle up.

Semi-broken sleep last night, but I woke with a sense of something... not intangible, but vague. I know how I felt this morning, so while there was a vague thought (I don't think it was dream-related) of FA2, FBS and a couple of others not named on this blog, it wasn't about them specifically.

The thought I woke to was being under the covers, in bed, cuddling with a woman while the room was cold. Fairly specific, don't you think? Well, that's kinda where I was this morning, sans naked woman for cuddling. The bed was warm, the room was cold. But it was the missing part that provoked the reaction. I miss that. I wanted that this morning.

Wonderful

It's ten years to the day that Sports Girl admitted that she liked me, looking stunning in her Wonder Woman costume. I think it had more overtures than that. We were, after all, friends. She left the bar shortly afterwards and I shared the update with GM, admitting that I was attracted to her, but in a purely physical way.

It would never have worked out. She had weird ideas about sex... conflicting ideas about sex and I'm not sure casual sex was her thing either. And she was not girlfriend material, at least for me. She and GM got together about 5 months later.

But that Wonder Woman costume... 

What?

Randomly, Chloe popped into my head this afternoon. Dunno why. It's now, what, nearly three years since our one and only meeting? I've never seen her out and about, since. She's never popped up on my social media feeds the way others have (SUF, for example). And yet, randomly, I thought of her this afternoon. Or rather, I remembered the evening where we met, then I thought of her.

Zzzz

Another semi-remembered dream from last night, but the details are long gone. FA2 might have featured, but in what capacity, I really couldn't tell you. I don't think it was sexual.

This isn't a post about the dream itself but more that I've more dreams, or I've remembered more dreams, over the past few days than in the past six months combined.

Is it related to quality of sleep? I've slept really well since buying the new mattress, despite the back pain. But it's not been great over the past week. A change in the weather and the change in clocks maybe?

So what?

Another weird dream last night. I was rich and lived in a large house. For some reason, I was hosting two concerts, one in the front lawn and one in the back garden. Alanis Morissette and P!nk respectively. While Alanis Morissette was doing her sound check in the front, I was chatting to P!nk at the back. We were comparing stories of our respective times in New Zealand, for reasons I don't understand.

She was saying things that didn't make sense or at least what she was saying wasn't tallying with my own experiences of New Zealand and also while she was "P!nk" in the dream, physically it was actually V.

And I kinda understand why V featured. She's popped up in my Facebook feed over the weekend in fancy dress for Halloween, and that's brought back some fond memories of the night we met her at her friends' bar while she was dressed as Alice in Wonderland and looking mighty fine. I think. My memory of who she was meant to be that evening has always been awful.

And it was the realisation that it was physically V, not P!nk is when I woke this morning. 

Looking back.

I dreamt of SJ last night. I know the name might not immediately ring a bell even though she's featured on the blog before, but she was someone that I went to school with. A friend on whom I developed feelings for when I was around 17 or 18. I'd say it was my first, adult crush. I'd dated previously, had a girlfriend even, but SJ was something else.

We were close, but I never saw anything in her behaviour to indicate that making any kind of move would result in anything other than failure.

On top of that, I was still finding out who I was. I was unsure of myself, certainly immature while she appeared to have her head screwed on, know what she wanted from life.

So, yeah, the dream... we met again despite not having seen each other in 20-odd years and immediately settled into our old rhythm. Later, at a party, I tried to confess two things to her: my original crush from years ago and that I'd like to take her on a date. But I talked around the subjects without ever getting to the point, though I'm sure she knew what I was getting at and just wanted me to say it outright. The memory fades before any resolution to the dream happened.

It's been ages since I thought of SJ. She's one of the few people from school that I'd love to have a drink/coffee with now that I'm not already in contact with.

Back to front.

One comment of note from this morning's breakfast with CC was her talk of breast reduction surgery. She's complaining of back pain and was attributing this to the size of her boobs. CC (the first C stands for "chesty") has huge boobs. I couldn't even begin to tell you what size she is, but it's big.

But I'm not sure that the back pain is specifically related to her chest. She's never complained of back pain before and given my own experiences, I'd be more included to say that her issues are similar to mine: being completely sedentary. Although I spent money on a proper desk and chair setup.

CC works from her sofa or her dining room table, neither of which are going to do her any favours. 

Of course, I'm not a doctor, so I could be completely wrong. I think she's hoping that having her back pain's cause diagnosed as her chest means that she can get a boob reduction for free/cheap. I'm not sure that's how it works.

Time after time after time

In news that will shock no-one who knows CC, she didn't just want to borrow my drill. She wanted to borrow me, too. I could make a euphemism about giving CC a good drilling on two of her beds, but I don't have the energy. That's not a euphemism either.

Regardless, the favour took about a quarter of the time she thought it would, so I'm back in my house after breakfast and drilling and all within two hours of leaving.

Time after time

CC was meant to pick me up 5 minutes ago to go for brunch. Actually, that's the secondary reason, she really wants to borrow my drill, so I suggested 11 AM.

Unsurprisingly, a call came about half an hour ago. 

"Are we still on for 11?" CC asked.

"Yup, I'm starving"

"Can we do 1130 instead?" It wasn't really a question. 

So even with an extra hour in bed last night, CC still has trouble getting up. I've never met anyone like her for struggling to get out of bed. This isn't a weekend or a hangover thing. She's like this 7 days a week, often not starting work until after 10 AM.

I am starving though. 

Itchy feet.

While I can't say that it's surprising because I've not spoken to her in years so have no idea what her thought processes are, the attractive athletic blonde woman that I knew from primary school (I can't remember if I gave her a blog name) has announced that she's moving to Australia.

Not visiting, not travelling... moving. It's an interesting move at our age (she's only a few days younger than me), though I do believe that she's divorced (or separated at least) and her kids are now adults. I wonder why she made the decision?

I'm kinda jealous. I'd love to have the money and the freedom to do that. 

Little miss.

I think I dreamed of QC2 last night, but the details of the dream are gone, or were never there. Just a vague memory of QC2 and a feeling that I miss her.

It might be a dozen years since I last saw her, and it's not like we had a falling out... we just never met for drinks ever again. She butt dialled me about ten years ago - the day after I moved into my current house, actually. But that never led to anything, sadly... and that was that. 

She's not on social media any more and I'm not going to send a text or call a 12 year old number that might not even be hers anymore.