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Last night I dreamed about Mr. Saucier. We were attending some workshop or convention somewhere and also conveniently staying at the same hotel. Wonder how that happened? Anyway....he had divorced his wife but when I made a move on him in the lobby, he politely told me he still wasn't interested in me. So of course I ran to my room in sobs and in the meantime, Jamie was trying to convince him to spend some time with me. He came to my room a short time later and said he didn't mean to make me cry and would I want to come over to his room. Of course I went with him, and when we got there, Jamie showed up and then Mr. Saucier had to go out for something but said we could hang out in his room until he got back. We started looking around at what was more like a dorm room really than a hotel room. We were commenting on how he was more like a teenager than a grown man. Finally he came back and Jamie left. We made ourself comfortable on the bed for a chat and I couldn't stop staring at him while he talked. After awhile I half asked, half motioned if I could play with his hair. He took my hand and moved it near his face and lightly kissed it when it passed his lips. As I brushed my hand through his curls, I got more relaxed, yet more excited at the same time. I didn't know what was going through his mind as he was still talking mindlessly about his latest history lesson. But suddenly I didn't have to wonder anymore. He trailed off his last sentence and looked me in the eyes before he leaned in to kiss me. And pretty much you can guess what happened from there. And then of course...I woke up. Stupid alarm clock.