February 02, 2007~~6:56 p.m.
Dennis.

This morning I had a dream that I was having an affair with the guy who was my boyfriend during most of my senior year of high school. It was a strange dream and I was really crappy at being very sneaky and kept running into people I knew while I was trying to get somewhere I wasn't really supposed to be.

It's weird because I think, first of all, that I'd have WAY better taste in extramarital companionship than that loser, Dennis. Seriously, he wasn't that cute... or smart... or nice... and he had zero experience and wasn't a quick study... and I know everyone likes to say that size doesn't matter and maybe there is some sort of critical mass after which it doesn't, but he wasn't there.

I woke up feeling like the whole dream had been a big waste of my time. Like I'd been short-changed. Dreams should rock and shitty ex-boyfriends from 20 years ago should stay the hell out of them.

There *are* guys from my past I wouldn't mind running into in my dreams. Where were THOSE guys this morning??? Seriously. Doug? Keith? Greg? Brad? Mike? Really, anyone I've ever dated or thought about dating would have been great... well, other than Dennis. Bleh.

~Alice