Fairly easy night tonight. Well, with the exception of someone just being too new at doing any of this stuff. I mean, jeez, be a little younger. But anyway.

Heck, I’m not even sure what I feel like writing about tonight. I’m not playing my game so I can write, listen to music and find some more CDs. And I draw a blank. Go figure.

I guess one of the things I’ve been thinking about a lot lately is ... fairly mushy stuff. Kissing, hugging, being held ... the kind of stuff I haven’t had in a long time. I guess the frightening thing about that is that I had a dream about kissing several different people the other night. Two of them I wasn’t surprised about. One completely blew me away, and I’m still not sure what to make of it, other than the fact I’ve been thinking about this person a little bit more than I thought I would. One has an extremely high probability of happening; the other, well, someday I suppose; the “mystery guest” ... I really, really don’t know either way. “No” wouldn’t hurt my feelings; “yes” would be interesting, to say the least.

Anyway, after a conversation with a good friend about kissing the other night, I guess I gave the subject a lot of thought, which would explain the dream. I’ve been with many different types of kissers: good, bad, average, you name it. There were guys who just couldn’t wait to shove their tongues down my throat (um, no) and others who were more patient and waited for things to develop. Then there were the ones where you wondered how they got though life without a bib and drool cup (again, um, no). The best ones were the patient ones. Start out slow, especially if you haven’t kissed each other before. Figure out what’s going on, then go from there. It really is an art form when done correctly. And I’ll agree that a make-out session can top sex — with the right person. It’s quite enjoyable with the right person. Add the right setting, and … wow.

Out of the three men in my dream ... all three were pretty good. One was as good as advertised. Bachelor No. 2 was good, mostly because he’s got a naughty side; and the mystery guest was a pleasant surprise. Plenty of food for thought at least. My vote is for less thought and more action.