18 Jan 01

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Deja Vu

Serendipity is a great thing. Especially when it has to do with mysterious occurrences.

A few months ago I had a dream. I was telling this dream to Napalm during a very weird night a couple months ago (November 4 to be precise, because I am looking up the emails now) when he was suffering a strange case of head buzz. It was probably an unholy combination of caffeine, aspirin, sugar and fatigue, but he was typing a frenzy and hopping among word associations like a crazed dictionarian. We had something like seven threads of conversation going on at once, and one was about dreams. Since we were also flirting, I told him this:

Oh ho! This lets me make a marvelous segue involving dreams about school, because night before last I had a dream about being some kind of poetry protégé (cast as the sexy young nymphet, imagine my surprise!) being taken in for tutelage under a very famously published 55-ish but still decent looking professor. The dream ended with a bulging member in my hand and an intense wish for a condom.

[Reconstructing this from the emails I got from him. I used a Hotmail account that night, and my Sent messages have long since been obliterated.]

The weird thing is...it felt familiar. I mean, the organ itself. Off and on past two days I have been comparing against the ones I can recall, trying to figure out whose it was. So far no dice.

He suggested that it might be a psychic experience about the future. Since we were being silly and flirtatious, I suggested I describe the mystery penis to see if there was a match. Alas, there was not, but it was a fun night, and a pivotal event, really.

I'd have to say that if we had been generally heading for a relationship these few years, and it feels to me as though we had, this crazy night was the event that marked the descent into matters joyful. This was the lowering of the landing gear. This was where the lurching rush first coalesced into the vaporous possibility of the thrill ride it's become.

We are firmly docked at the gate now. We are full blown. We have arrived.

Fast forward to this week, and a person introduced to me by a mutual friend of Napalm's and mine. I'd tried for awhile to kindle some kind of interaction with rorshachtest, but it just wasn't happening. I was getting one word responses and no indication of interest in having a conversation and had pretty much given up.

Then suddenly, rorshachtest tells me that after driving two hours for a family event, he has come to a conclusion: he needs to get laid. That got my attention. At that moment, I, too, very seriously needed to get laid. After a little scoping out, comparing beliefs, preferences, and attitudes, not to mention medical histories, we decided we were on for it.

And that's when I found the deja vu penis. Unmistakable. Distinctive. Right there. Ok, so the wielder was 23, not in the fifties, and not a poetry giant, but still, the sex was great. Greater than great, in fact. I am going to write it up and stick it away somewhere. How lovely to have a fuckable friend!

Thank you, deja vu penis. Not just for fucking me so vigorously and wild, but more importantly, for delivering me a lover and a fuckable friend all at once. Cosmically. 

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