A date

Date: 10/2/2018

I was on a date, and we paused to look at shoes. I found the shoes that looked very deconstructed, and had tabs on them where you can choose your own color. At first I had a pair that was two different shades of burgundy, one on the left and one on the right. Later I thought I wanted a set that was coral, and a set that was gold. I spent a lot of time thinking about which color to choose. I discovered the shoes were $84, but I was confused if I could choose mismatched colored tabs, or if I had to buy two separate pairs to achieve that look. When we were having dinner, something happened at the restaurant that made us decide to time travel, or location travel, so we blinked and wound up in a totally different place. After dinner, we went to his place. And after a while, we started to get intimate. He was a great kisser, and his lips felt cool and wet. Eventually I saw his penis, it was bigger than average and looked great (hard), but I didn’t get to touch it. He went to the bathroom. I turned on my subscription to kink to watch some porn. The episode I chose was an Oprah episode, she interviewed an old couple who had inflatable beds that moved and folded them- hosting them in the air, backbends, it was amazing. They looked too frail and fragile to be on such a contraption. They were talking about their sex life. They were a very happy & fun couple. The episode was 10 minutes so I kept watching ready to turn it off when my date came back in the room, because I didn’t want him to know I was watching porn. He came back, and he asked about the commercials he overheard, and I turned off the show. There was an issue that he wasn’t sharing with me, Or was about to say, and then I woke up, and a second later my alarm went off. The man looked a lot like David from Chicago, but with a larger penis, and different personality. In the dream, I felt like I had never been with him. I wanted sex bad, and didn’t know why he was waiting. When we kissed, I worried about my breath. Also in the dream, there was a moment when I had the option to give a massage to anyone. I knew my first choice was Anthony Bourdain, but, because he died, I had no one that I knew for sure I wanted to choose.