It's around midnight. I have to be at work in the morning. I can't sleep. My mind is in 4th gear. I'm not under to any drug. The only thing I've drank tonight is Pepsi. I had a good meal earlier. I just can't sleep. It happens to everyone sometime. It just so happens that tonight, it's happening to me. I'm thinking.....

About the date I had Saturday night. On a 10-scale, it was about 6.3. Maybe I'll see him again. Maybe.

About how I'd love to be wasting time in a secluded beach cottage, with the lovely sound of the waves crashing. Loudly. And, I'm not alone in that image.

Of several handsome actors, past & present, simultaneously, and how I would just love to make a composite man out of them. If that could happen for real, I don't think I'd survive the night. What a way to go.

About a man carrying me. Point made.

About my ex-husband, and how beautiful things were early on, and wondering how things went so wrong later on. I already know the answers to that. I'm just going through the whole thing step-by-step. Again.

Of someone no longer in my life, who was a very busy man, but when in private, was never in a hurry. mmmm.

Of the disk jockey I used to know who had the sexiest voice I ever heard a man speak, who would read me poetry over the phone, and drive me stark, raving mad. He was also short, fat & impotent. Damn.

About the night I rode in the passenger seat of a British sports car going North on a secluded part of Pacific Coast Highway. Nothing more needs to be said.

Of the very intense lover I haven't seen in a long time. I didn't let him get away. He moved on. It wasn't my idea. Even being emotionally hurt by him was somehow beautiful in it's own way.

About how I love love. Or, at least the concept of it.

About wearing my underwear, garters, stockings, and heels. And nothing else, when the environment is right.

About certain sounds, and how they can turn a woman on, especially me.

About times past when I've stopped thinking, and let my purely animal instincts take over. Gladly.

About that one particular trip on an Amtrak train, and the empty, unlocked sleeping room. Clackety-clack.

About how I do wish that someone truly special was in my life.

About how even holding hands can be a turn-on. Some men are much better at hand-holding than others. I don't know why. They just are.

Of my first time way back when, and how beautiful it was. I was truly a lucky young lady.

Of how for some reason, the second cup of coffee is never as good as the first. No translation neccessary here.

About the time I was at a party, and was cordially invited to play Strip Poker. I was told that there were no losers.

About how I would love to be married again.

About how I hate feeling like this when I'm alone. And, it's a weeknight.

My thoughts are so beautiful. And sad.