I had a dream the other night. I'm still not sure it was a good dream or not, but I'll let you decide. I was in our apartment's laundry room. It's a relatively large room for only having one each of a coin-operated washer and dryer. The extra space has a relatively comfortable padded bench and a table for folding things. A petite girl was standing with her back to me folding her laundry. She was easily a foot shorter than...

I had a dream the other night. I am not sure how to describe it. It was a weird combination of frightening and thrilling. I'll let you be the judge. I was in my apartment's laundry room folding my clean clothes. Our laundry room is pretty big for just having the two machines and a big work table, where I was. I was facing the wall with my mind on my task. Suddenly I felt a presence behind me and I turned, still holding on...

"Bitch." I heard him say it. Not to my face, of course, but behind my back. His fragile ego couldn't consider for a millisecond that he wasn't God's gift to womankind, so being turned down flat couldn't possibly be anything but my fault. Whatever. If I confronted him, he'd deny saying it, but he's not worth the time it would take. No, I am here in this watering hole on a mission of my own - to find and conquer (at least f...

What happened to me shook me to my core. Don't get me wrong: I'm not upset that it happened, certainly, but it's made me question everything. I've always been straight. Every sexual fantasy I've ever had has involved men. The old phrase "tall, dark and handsome" didn't just come out of nowhere. A chiseled man can turn me into jelly, but a beautiful woman just makes me feel competitive. Let me start at the beginning. I've...