In the two and a half hours sleep I got this morning (My neighbor's birthday was yesterday and the woman is a hard core partyer... she partied from three in the afternoon Saturday to three in the morning this morning. Or rather thats when the music went down.) I managed to dream of my Asian guy again.
Although I think that the dream I had this morning is a direct reflection on my extreme want to be married again. I dreamt of my wedding and I got to see the dress I have been dreaming about and how it would most possibly look on me. I have to say that it was very pretty.
I won't go into detail describing the dress... It's not important. As much as I want to believe that this mystery man that I see in my dreams is out there waiting for me, I am giving up hope slowly.
Don't start consoling me. It's okay. I figure I had my chance and even though it wasn't the most ideal situation, I still managed to frick it up and I am one of those people that only get one chance. So oh well. I can deal with the no more marriage and maybe even the no more babies thing, but dammit, I want sex.
Sigh... I'm going to make my sims get busy...
Single and blogging and infinitely just that...
