(2/22/09) risky flirtation

(Entered in paper journal at 1:44 PM at home.)

Dream #1

I was in the backseat of a car, on the driver's side. A pretty, youngish girl sat on the passenger's side. A man, mature-looking, maybe a few years older than I, drove. The girl had tan skin and blonde and brown, crimped hair pulled up into a loose ponytail. The girl was very thin and probably dressed in a somewhat loose, white, sleeveless blouse and a blue miniskirt. She was a little like a thug's girl or a street girl.

The girl acted like she liked me. We started cuddling a little bit. I thought it would simply be troublesome to get involved with this girl, but I thought since she liked me and she was pretty, I might as well be with her.

We now sat in a room like an office. The office may have opened directly out, where a wall would have been, to something like a garage or a warehouse, which also opened out into the sunny day. The woman and I sat on a desk or on a shelf which was slightly grimy and may have had a stray can or two of something like paint or motor oil on it.

The woman got up to go take care of something for a second. The man called to me. To my right, the office opened, again, where a wall would have been, to a short (but steep?) staircase down to another small, dumpy office like this one. The office belonged to the man who had been driving the car. The man sat back in his chair before his desk, which may have been empty except for a couple stray pencils, and had his hands behind his head.

The man said, "I wouldn't go too far with this girl, if you know what I mean. You already have XXXXX (my girlfriend), and you don't want to hurt her feelings."

I thought that was true. But then either I knew that when the woman came back I'd pick up where we'd left off, or else the woman did come back, and we did pick up where we'd left off.