Ever had a dream that wasn’t a dream?
My girlfriend of six months is a bona fide stunner—a tall, slender brunette with an incredible body—and utterly disinterested in guys her age (“boys”, she calls them, dismissively). I’m divorced and… well, distinguished :) We’re still in the honeymoon phase of our relationship and we’re having a smashing time.
I’m posting about her because she gets a particular thrill from how people react to the two of us. She loves that moment of uncertainty—am I her father? A family friend? Her professor taking her to lunch?—before removing all doubt by nuzzling my neck, or whispering in my ear (“that man is staring and his wife is turning red”), or placing her hand on my upper thigh, possessively. She loves to catch the instant when (again, her words) “they understand us”.
Once, we were checking into a posh hotel and the clerk looked us ulcer, blinked a few times, and said, “That will be two beds?” She laughed, squeezed her hand around my arm, and said, “One no, just one. We’re fucking.” (Ten minutes later, we were.)