The Dream

On Sunday night, after watching a campy British television show, I had a mildly disturbing dream.

I dreamed I was at a party of some sort, an uppercrust affair. I was wearing the requisite little black dress, with some flash of color. I don't know how exactly, I can't remember, but I was wearing some small item that hinted of kink. Maybe it was jewelry. I don't know. I just know that those in the know would know. If you know what I mean.

A man, tall but wiry, the color of brown sugar taffy, walked up to me and introduced himself. We made polite chitchat for a minute or two, but he kept looking at me expectantly. Finally, I just stared at him, waiting for him to say what was on his mind.

"You don't recognize me, do you?" He said with a peculiar smile. I instantly felt slightly sheepish. Peripherally I noticed women around us whispering and gazing at him longingly. He must be famous, or infamous, but I had no clue about his identity. Oh well. Nothing new about that. I shrugged.

"I'm a nerd, so I'm not really up on celebs." And I really didn't care, either. I thought that would end the conversation, but he told me his name, instead.

"I'm a professional football player," he added. I looked him up and down. As skinny as he was, I could see he was in great shape. But football?! My skepticism must have showed.

"What you Americans call soccer." Ah ha! I was intrigued. Soccer players are in great shape. I normally don't go for thinner men, but he was handsome. I still didn't think too much of our conversation. He wasn't my type: a jock, thin, lighter-hued. His next gambit stopped me cold.

"I'm also a switch."

I then took a closer look at him. His luscious lips. The cut of the suit--excellent. His hair, not too short, enough to sink my fingers into and grab. I surreptitiously glanced lower. Couldn't quite tell, but I thought I caught a glimpse of an outline that looked rather, uh, substantial. And, yes, he had a noticeably-firm behind. I avoided looking directly into his eyes as long as possible. They're always my downfall. But I looked up. I had to crane my neck to do so.

And I fell in love, at that moment. We chatted more, but it was definitely a different timbre. There was a mystery under the civilities. Would we? How far would we? And would I surrender to him, as I wanted him to surrender to me?

Then, dammit, I woke up to CNN.