Never know loving like this before.

On the way to lunch I was talking for a bit to MFHA (one of the attorneys) and she asked where I was vacationing this summer (I had e-mailed her last week to make sure the days off were okay with her schedule). I told her of my plan to tour the eastern seaboard and also that the trip had been nicknamed Booty Train 2002. I mentioned that Co-worker Friend keeps teasing me about working out to get in shape so I will have enough stamina, and MFHA said I had plenty of time and to keep drinking those protein shakes. Then she said, "well, you'll have to let me know how that goes when you get back." Wha? I'm sure I probably said something like "oh, okay, I'll keep you posted" but the idea of sharing all the scandalous details caught me off guard, since the last time we talked about our "sex lives" (I use that term facetiously and loosely), I got the impression she didn't want to go there (even though she brought it up). Now I'm thinking she just doesn't want to share her own info, but is curious to hear about others. But that's still a line I'm not sure I'll cross -- I may give her a sly grin, but I won't be showing off the polaroids. Wait, am I still typing?

Last night I had a rather disturbing dream. The actions themselves weren't that traumatic, but I just felt bad about myself. I hesitated to write about, since it involves livejournal people, but it's not like they ACTUALLY did something bad to me, and I know for a fact that they wouldn't act this way in real-life anyway, so with that little caveat, I bring you......( raybear's dream )