I had another nightmare about werewolves! I finally got some sleep last night and wouldn’t you know it, I spent the night running. Ever since I’ve started writing The Calling, my dreams have taken on an odd twist. Not that they weren’t odd before but I rarely have nightmares. Now, I find myself waking tired. You would be too if you spent the night running for your life! LOL My husband thinks I’ve gone over the deep end when I tell him about my dreams. I guess I would too if someone told me stories of blood and gore at breakfast.

The worst part of the dreams are… I’m such a GIRL in them! LOL I run through the woods, screaming like a banshee, and end up in some life or death situation with some snarling, hungry thing that I just KNOW wants to have me for lunch and I end up turning into some sniveling snot-bag. Why can’t I be a kick-ass heroine in my dreams instead of the simpering little thing that always dies after the first act?

I guess the werewolf dreams aren’t too bad. It DOES give me new ideas for my stories. At least I’m not dreaming of burying bodies now. That was last month. Of course, my husband wasn’t amused about those either, especially when I told him I had him helping me (in the dream) to dispose of nameless corpses. LOL

He thinks there’s something seriously wrong with me. He’ll be carting me off to therapy soon. I’m sure of it!

I’ve been chatting with another author about the differences between men and women when it comes to their sex life. A man, who has a sexual appetite to make even the most adventurous beg for a night of peace is hailed as a stud, the virtual ‘Playboy’ while a woman with the same desires is nothing but a slut, for lack of a better word. Also, an older man can bed a twenty-year-old and no one bats an eye. They give him high-fives and congratulate him but when an older woman takes a twenty-something year old man to her bed? She’s stamped with the moniker of ‘Cougar’ or ‘Cradle-robber.’

This entire conversation came after discussing a story where, the young college-bound girl didn’t want to start her ‘adult’ life as a virgin so, she naturally asked her very hot, best male friend to deflower her. Of course, he waffles around a bit before finally agreeing because you know, he’s secretly IN LOVE with her and she doesn’t know.

Now, take that entire scenario and reverse it. A young man wanting to end his ‘virgin’ status and asks his best ‘girl’ friend to do the honors. Doesn’t that make it a bit sleazy? It’s almost as if he’s saying, “I don’t care for you a bit but can I have sex with you? Any girl will do, right?” Would the girl just say, “Okay,” and flop down on her back? Not any girl I know. She’d slap the dude silly and ask him, “What kind of a girl do you think I am!”

It makes you wonder if the standards will ever change. I doubt it. It’s been like this forever. Almost every historical novel you read is like this to a certain extent. The young virgin bride who has to deal with her ‘Rake’ of a husband but finally tames him with her magical hymen. I’m sure that isn’t very far from the truth, either, historically speaking, that is.

Men in general have it made when it comes to sex. Women on the other hand have stereotypes they have to overcome and probably never will. I guess that’s why romance is listed as FICTON because we know in real life, the things we read about would set a girl off, not cause her to fall in love with the inconsiderate man who just wants a night of “no-strings attached” sex. Lord knows when he tells his friends, they’ll share a beer and gloat about their conquests while the woman runs home in shame, hoping her friends never find out!