Had a sex dream last night about a friend of a friend that I think took place in an elevator? I know the whole setup kinda resembled a thing she posted on Instagram yesterday. Something in a bathing suit.
I remember noticing a while ago that, in my imagination, sex and romance seem kinda mutually exclusive. When I really like somebody, and I’m imagining how a romantic evening might unfold, sex is never a part of it. If I’m really attracted to somebody, on the other hand, and might perhaps very much like to ruin a desk with them, I seldom think about candle-lit dinners and confessional latenight chats over wine.
But this sex dream actually managed to achieve both.
In an elevator, no less.
New horizons, man.