my dirty thirties and Urijah
For the full effect of this posting and a better understanding to how I really feel… please crank up your volume and press PLAY!! And uh, just in case you wanted to sing along… here are the lyrics to the song:
Last night night was fight night: WEC on Versus, Urijah Faber vs Jens Pulver.
It was amazing! I mean I have been pretty hormonal over the last couple of days and I am telling you, I would love to wrestle with Urijah… IN MY BED!
Soooo, anyway, after watching the 5 rounds last night you can say I went to bed pretty wound up/ heated with California Kid Urijah on my mind… in fact I dreamt about him:
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I dreamt I was driving to his house [we were friends already] and I was wearing my snowboard pants [??]. Urijah comes out on the drive way and looks me in the eyes, kisses me and takes me inside. He’s super nice and gives me a pair of socks [??]. I ended up in his bedroom watching TV while he trains in his gym. He comes and checks up on me every now and then, we make out in the bed and all I can think of his him f*ucking me. It doesn’t happen though… unfortunately. After a while I needed to go home and I went to say goodbye to him… some of my male friends are in his gym, hanging out with him and I asked Urijah what he was doing/ up to and he looked me in my eyes and told me that he was hoping that I would stay in his life and how lucky he was to have me. He had those amazing puppy eyes when he told me that and then we made out some more…
Then I woke up. Confused, not to mention extremely hot and bothered …feeling like a perv. Hahaha, I mean I still didn’t have sex… not in real life… hell, not even in my dreams!
So what I am to do? Will I put my supernetworking to use and start following him around like an insane stalker? hehehe, I already joined his myspace page and looked on youtube for all his interviews…. Nah, I think I’ll leave it as it is… a nice fantasy because he’s perfect in my dreams right now. I kind of want to hold on to that, because I don’t want him to end up like David Beckham! I mean I used to have a major crush on him but when I met him in real life and we actually spoke… his voice was so not how I imagined it… it was such a turn off, he got booted out of my fantasies!
*sigh*
It is pretty hard to be me!