Pour Some Sugar On Me

Listen! red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!
Crazy little woman in a one man show
Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up

You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little
Tease a little more
Easy operator come a knockin' on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah
Give a little more

I was up early this morning and ran errands most of the morning, despite the fact that it was chilly and rainy.

I really wanted to just stay in bed.

I had all of my "outside the home" errands done by 11:30 and was back home, warm and dry, by noon.

I didn't make my bed before I left for the day and when I went in to change clothing, the rumpled covers and smushed up pillows called my name.  I couldn't resist.  I put on my nightgown and crawled right back into bed.

I slept for three glorious hours and had a really great dream.  One of those dreams that when you wake up, you want to savor it.

In my dream, I was back in college.  

Every Friday night, my college had these "pit parties" in the student union.  Everyone would go.  There'd be music, dancing and lots of fun. I loved those parties.  I would dance, dance, dance.  I would socialize and talk to people and I'd flirt.  I had a crush on this guy, Ron, who was in several of my classes.

Ron and I met in psychology 101, Freshman Year.  He sat behind me.  He had the prettiest brown eyes and friendliest smile I had ever seen.  I was kind of shy. Our psychology professor would give us "table topics" that we had to discuss in a small group format.  Whenever it was my turn to present, I would get very nervous and go out into the hallway and practice my "speech" in an empty stairwell.  One day, Ron came in the back door, near the stairwell, and caught me doing my dry run.  He quietly sat down on the steps and told me he'd be my coach.  I practiced my speech on him.  He gave me a thumbs up, asked if I wanted to be his lab partner and a friendship was born.  I asked him his name and he said, "Ron Holmes.  No relation to John Holmes."  He laughed.  I had to ask someone later what it meant.  (Apparently, John Holmes was a porn star known for his ... generous... nature.)

He would play with my hair in class, pass me notes, write things with his closed ink pen on my back to see if I could figure out what he was writing.  He'd tell me jokes. He tried to get me in trouble by telling me that "Da me Cabeza" meant "Give me some beer" and that I should tell that to my Spanish teacher.  (But, I was a little wiser and knew that "cabeza" was "head".)  

Occasionally, he would eat breakfast with me before class.  Sometimes, he'd walk with me to class.  He'd show up at my dorm to "just hang out."  A few times, he even called me to talk about "homework" but then we'd end up talking about other things.  In the summer, we would write letters (this is pre-technology) to each other. He worked campus security and would include my dorm room on his "walk throughs".  He used to tease me mercilessly about how innocent and shy I was and how he needed to get me to break out of my shell.  Whenever he'd drink, he'd look me up to talk.  I think he was probably a little shy, too, and alcohol loosened him up.

Ron was quite the flirt.  He would come up to me at these dance parties and blow in my ear, blow on the back of my neck, play with my hair, and "nudge" me with his body.  He was quite fond of Def Leppard and would sing the song "Pour Some Sugar On Me" to me.  One time, I got all dressed up for something and he saw me on campus and "woo'd" at me.  After that, whenever he'd see me, he'd raise an eyebrow and "woo" at me.  I'd raise mine and woo right back. I think it tickled him that I would be so bold, but in a "good girl" way.  Ron was a good guy and a good friend and he took the time to get to know me and liked me as I was. He sought me out and always seemed happy to see me. It was inevitable that I fall in love with him.

So, back to my dream.   I was at one of those dance parties and Ron came up to me and did his usual thing.  He blew on my neck, played with my hair, nudged my body with his and woo'd at me.  I felt warmth spread inside of me.  He always made me feel good whenever he was around.  In the dream, he morphed into a blurry faceless man, whom I couldn't make out, but whom still made me feel good.

I woke up feeling happy and desired.  I miss that feeling.  That warm, fuzzy feeling that comes from being attracted to someone and having that someone act attracted, too.  (I'd like to think he was attracted to me, too, since he didn't treat anyone else like that.)  It's amazing what a little human touch can do to a person's spirit.

I'd like to say that we fell in love and were on our way to living happily ever after, but, alas, another woman who was bolder than I stepped in my senior year and staked her claim.  He and I lost touch after graduation.  He went to law school, got married and had a daughter.

In September, 1996, he died from leukemia.

I often think of Ron and today's dream is particularly poignant because it was 15 years ago this week that he died.  

I'd like to think that the dream I had about him was his way of letting me know that I deserve that "woo'd" feeling again.