Expanding Whorizons

So… I had a dream last night.  Really, it was more like early this morning.  Like a bunch of dreams I have, I don’t think it would ahve been memorable.  Started out innocuously enough, at least what I remember of it.  Some sort of house party.  Not, you know, like ‘college’ house party.  More like, here’s a bunch of neighbors getting together.  Kinda quiet, kinda older set.  Where I remember the dream, it picks up with me sitting in someone’s living room, on a sofa.  I guess the party was winding down – I recall it still being light out – because I stood up and went, I presume, to say my goodbyes. To take my leave, if you will.  I recall going into a kitchen/family room.  Still pretty usual.  Then I saw this guy, one of the host couple – his wife was also in the room.  He’s talking and he sees me.  He comes over, as if to say good bye.  He looks me in the eye and smiles.  He had dark hair, and was wearing ti...

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Shy.  I know that there are people in my life who find that amusing.  Put me in a room with people I know, and a few beers, and I’m chatty-fucking-Kathy.  But, you put me in a situation where I’m among people I’m not familiar with… and I, most times, have turned into a wall flower.  I’m working on that. Recent history – I’ve started getting to a point where I feel more comfortable putting myself out there.  What does that mean?  That I’m horny, and I want to get laid.  You cannot get laid if you do not put yourself out there. Well, almost… you can pay.  I've done that in the past.  Not often, but I don’t see a problem with it.  It’s paying for a fantasy.  What I’m starting to find – after a fairly impressive amount of weight loss – is that I want to meet people, have sex, and not pay for it.  Interestingly, one paid experience recently gave me more confidence to go out and meet guys. My birthday is early in march, and as is...