As if my single and celibate self wasn't already consumed with enough thoughts of sex. But since availing myself to the world of dating, copulation feels imminent and fantasy has begun disrupting my general productivity. So has a discreet little vibrating toy I picked up at Babeland.
It took a lot of courage, a cute outfit and a little lip gloss to approach “The Rock” at the gym that day. But knowing my time left in LA was limited, I had no other choice but to fast forward our relationship a bit. No divorce papers had been signed, but I was basically a free woman for the first time in eight years. Eight years out of the trenches made me a little gun shy, though. How the hell was I supposed to just walk up to Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson and interrupt his workout?
I never told my therapist about my botched attempt at lesbianism. I didn’t want her to think I was crazy. Instead, I devoted a complete session to divulging the details of my relationship with Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. Dwayne might not have known the exact depth of our relationship but I was fully devoted to my crush as it served as a giddy escape from my current reality.
