This entry is going to be TMI for people who are related to me, or don’t want to see me in a certain vomit-inducing light, so if you don’t want to see me in any capacity but a pristine and innocent one, don’t read on.

Last nite’s jujitsu class focused on breaking out of (and then throwing the attacker on) a bear-hug hold from behind. On my drive home, I was chatting on the phone w/my friend Sandy and telling her how hard it was to throw or even lift that one guy in my class, the 250-pound muscular double-jointed black man with the high threshold for pain. “If someone like that attacks me, I’m just gonna have to lie back and enjoy being raped,” I griped.

She laughed at me in something that was almost horror, and then said, “You’re totally peaking!”

Peeking at what? She then explained that age 30 is a woman’s sexual peak. I had no idea, I thought it was age 40, but then all the stuff going on with me started to make sense. “You wouldn’t have made a comment like that 3 years ago,” she noted. Yeah, my jokes are getting worse and worse, and the dreams! I just had my 4th one last nite. Apparently, I’m promiscuous dream-wise cuz I haven’t dreamt about the same person twice. I dreamt about the blackbelt, a friend, someone I used to date, and last nite, I dreamt about a random woman.

Who needs real live action when I live it nightly in my dreams? (Gawd, I’m pathetic.)