Last night I had a dream. I knew it was a dream because it was too perfect. I was back all the way down to 110 lbs (my goal to get to by Thanksgiving by the way) and I was working @ FYE up at the Mall and this really REALLY hot guy walks in... tall, muscular, dark hair, tan... and he just starts talking to me in his amazingly sexy British accent for no reason at all. I loved every minute of it... all five or six there were before my manager walks over that is. Then he asks for my number, and not being the usual shy, cautious person I am... I do. For almost three weeks we talked to each other from 8 PM to anywhere between 3 and 5 AM... EVERY NIGHT! Then he finally asks me out and we go to this beautiful garden/park/whatever it was at night and it's just so beautiful. We end up sleeping together that night and he popped the big question and I say yes. Can you just picture it? Me... back to my old weight and beautiful again... with my dream guy... LITERALLY! All I know is that I woke up on the floor holding/hugging one of the pillows, I guess thinking/wishing it were him. Oh... and his name is Nickoli, Nicki for short. I remember this because he also called around Noon on Independence Day on my/dad's call phone (mine recently broke... again so now we're sharing) and my dad got pissed because we were having a BBQ at my Gran's house like we used to when I was little... and I talked to Nicki for over an hour then, too. If only that would happen in reality. If only, if only.