I had a funny dream that I lived in a big trailer and a burglar came to rob me and I was like "hey, wanna have sex with me instead?" and he was like "seriously?" and I was like "yeah" and he was like "okay."
So we had sex and it was good and then he came back the next day like "wanna do it again?"
:D
Reminds me of the song "To Catch a Thief" by Lovage. A semi autobiographical song about an era of my love life I don't particularly recommend! Although I did find it uniquely inspiring, passion-wise. That naughty criminal got away with it, and later tattooed my nickname for him on his arm. Mmmhmm. Guess it was mutual. He's still around but I started ignoring him, not because I lost interest in him, but because I lost interest in putting any effort into sex or men whatsoever. It's just easier to not, and I enjoy the mental health that being alone has given me.
1:58 p.m. - 2020-04-29