The last two days I've been thinking a lot about this guy I used to like, mostly because I had a dream I was making out with him. It was so hot it got me thinking, why not? I have no idea if he's still interested but we'll see if something happens. He used to be really easy-going and funny. Let's hope he hasn't lost that in the last four years.

If my life would be that simple that would mean the boyfriends and men I've dated in the last seven years could have been avoided. Which is a bit tragic to think of, if my love life could really be tied up in such a neat little bow? I would have loved to date him back then but we were so much younger, I really don't know if it would have worked out for us. His lips felt so real, I hated waking up when I did. I really wanted to know what was going to happen next. It felt effortless, sweet, even... innocent. The kissing was really great, I mean spectacular. His hair looked like it did when we met, but his body was the body of a man, sexy, pretty muscular. It's really silly I know... we almost kissed once after we'd been to an event. But we weren't alone. A big part of me regrets that