I had a dream this week that I was with a man. The dream was going along and was good. That is, until I kissed him.
It was terrible. The kiss was a lot of bumping teeth and lips that didn't connect. It was terrible!
I actually woke the next morning wondering if that's what my next kiss would be like. If I weren't a little nervous about dating before (I was), then I would be after that dream!
What a strange thing to worry about, I think. I guess it's just another way that I'm worried that I am out of practice or somehow not good enough for the ideal man I'm chasing. I know that's silly, but I guess those little insecurities sometimes pop up.
Besides, Mr. Right will fit me just great. I know it!