i don't remember much but i remember that i was reluctant to get into my car and leave. i shut the car door and i went back in with him. we then played a little and laughed a lot. i remember he smiled with his eyes. i had to leave and this time as i got into the car, he asked for my number. a part of me realised that he was never gonna call, so i didn't give it to him.
i woke up this morning kinda wishing i gave him my number. but then there's no way in the world he's ever gonna call. i like the little i remember of him...i've only met him once...he was in my dream last night, our first and only meeting.
hmmmn...dreaming about men, eh? i guess it means something. and my God! i had no reservations about this one like i do about everything in trousers in real life. i don't know what this means but i take it that i'm about to find the man of my dreams.