The cheater of my dreams

Fidget recently wrote about a dream in which her husband cheated on her.

Been there, done that, threw the T-shirt.

About four months after we started dating, Chebbar and I had the opportunity to stay at a hotel for a night -- the company I worked for had given me a gift certificate in lieu of participating in the company golf tournament, which suited me just fine.

We had gone to sleep and in the middle of the night, Chebbar's phone rang. He answered it, told the caller to hold on, and tried to sneak out of bed without waking me. He paced back and forth, whispering urgently that I was "just a friend" and "nothing's going on, baby." When I moved, he went into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the water to further drown out his conversation.

I woke up at that point absolutely FUMING. It was *so* real, right down to the ring of his cell phone (I would have sworn I heard it ring) -- we were even sleeping in the king-size bed in the hotel -- that I'm amazed I didn't hit him in the balls right then and there. After I calmed down (and woke up a bit), I realized I had been dreaming. Fitfully, I fell back to sleep.

In the morning, I was still pissed and obviously didn't do a good job of hiding it, as it wasn't long before he was asking me what was wrong. Needless to say, he had a good laugh at my expense.

Jerk. ;)