6:50 p.m. Uhg.

So lately I've been remembering my dreams. Nothing extrordinary, really. This morning, though, I had a dream about having sex with Nick. Vivid as anything.

I kinda felt like a 13 year old feeling guilty for having a wet dream. Only I was feeling guilty for having a sexual dream about an old ex.

I mentioned something to my mom about it and she went on, as *everyone* does, about how Nick will remain something special...yada yada.

It was just a dream about sex. While some dream books imply dreaming about sex doesn't necessarily reflect a person's desire for sex, it does for me.Yup. It's been a long while.

Before I fell asleep last night, I thought how perfect it'd be to have a weekend boyfriend. Someone who's equally as busy and I am during the week, but someone who wants enjoyable company to have fun with, in every sense of the word, on the weekends.

But let's wait. We're talking about me. The one-date-wonder. Maybe sunshine's right, maybe we are too picky. Yet, I'm convinced we just know what we want but can't find it. I wouldn't go so far to say our standards are high (I've been out with some meatheads in my dating days), but they're concrete.

I dunno. I've been distracting myself - finding pleasures elsewhere: joined a volleyball league, taking personal training, doing more reading. Life's good, yes. Yes, it is.

But I want to share that morning sun on the weekends.

n@s