No, it wasn’t the sexy kind of eventful… I’ve been reading some blog posts about infidelity. I don’t really want to start the debate here in my corner of the blogosphere, I just thought it was interesting, seeing different people’s take on it. Thought provoking, you know. All I’ll say is I’m not one to judge others.

Anyway, I guess these blog posts I’ve been reading explain my dream last night: I dreamed I was cheating, or wanted to cheat, on Boy Toy. It was with one of his friends. I don’t really remember the details anymore, I should have written them down this morning. All I can remember is it seems I was kind of trying to resist this, and the guy was telling me something like, I know you want this, I’ve seen the way you look at me. Weird stuff. I feel a lot of affection for this guy, in real life, but no sexual attraction whatsoever. So why the hell should HE be in such a dream? lol…

There were other dreams too, I could remember them somewhat this morning, not anymore though. I don’t often remember my dreams. I think this time, it’s because the damn cat kept waking us up all night. The little critter is so affectionnate, she spent the whole night trying to get some cuddles. First time I threw her off the bed, she gracefully barfed a ball of hair on the floor. Boy Toy turned on the lights, got some paper towels and cleaned it up. Little while later, I woke up to find her rolling on Boy Toy’s chest, purring like a lawn mower. I pushed her off the bed again. Then I thought I was going crazy, I could still hear her purr, but I couldn’t see her. After a few minutes, I realized she had sneaked in between us and she was curled up in a little ball between our heads, purring. Silly, silly kitty. A few more times like this, and finally it was morning. Soon as she heard us talk, the fur ball came barging in. She climbed on Boy Toy once more. She wanted to come see me but she knows he’s more tolerant than I am, so she climbs on him, then sort of lays there, rolling on her back and stretching her little paws in my direction. It’s quite irritating, yet totally cute in the it’s-impossible-to-stay-irritated way. Boy Toy thinks she’s the best cat in the world. She’s mine, btw. She’s been living with Boy Toy for the last few months.

Talk about an eventful night, hmm? Wish it had been for the sex-related reasons. Although, I did jerk off Boy Toy yesterday morning. It was pretty hot. When it was over, he said “Thank you! This is almost as good as coffee……. For waking up, I mean” I had to laugh… I knew what he meant. The poor thing was afraid to offend me