6.18.00… 6:30 PM


I dreamed I met T., the boy I first did "it" with, at some sort of out-door party in California (where I grew up). It was a typical teenage party, lots of beer, dust, dirt, and indifferent scraggly bushes. T. looked exactly like he did as a teenager, sort of like the very early, mushroom coifed Prince (photos of this phase in Prince's life are hard to come by, but I used to be obsessed). I was very surprised to see T. and said I had forgetten about him, which offended him. It seems like we were stilling going out, in his mind. We did some catching up, and I explained about all my degrees, bragging as is my wont, and he said he had only finished community college. I realized that that was why he seemed to look exactly like he had when he was 17, he hadn't grown up and moved on. For some reason, I was very eager to sleep with him and prove that I was finally a good lusty lay, rather than the weepy cry-baby he knew. But I kept having to change outfits in this rickety cardboard closet, and the dresses were much too tight, so I was struggling. Then I was wandering all over my home town, and some of T.'s extended relatives, from the Dominican Republic, drove by and offered me a lift to the party. They dropped me off and T.'s cousin made me promise to say Hi to him from her. But they returned to the party before I got a chance to speak to T., and I was scared his family would be mad at me for not telling T. hi. (His family always thought I was a ho.) Then I was in the closet again, struggling with a purple dress with purple tights attached. It had a huge bright yellow collar. Man, it was an ugly dress. Then I was explaining to T., who was still stuck in the 80's, that now it was actually the year 2000, and some people occassionally had 80's revival parties. Then I woke up, and it was later than I thought.




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