Are There Pills for This Kind of Thing?

Sometimes I still dream about the last two men I dated.

Reconciliatory dreams, where the old hurts are forgotten, and we’ve started anew.

These dreams suck.  I wake up feeling like I’ve been held hostage by my malicious subconscious.

Maybe they occur because I haven’t met anyone who I’ve liked nearly as much as the last two men I dated (I stopped making any kind of effort months ago).  Or maybe it’s because my brain is not satisfied with how things ended with either of these men.  Hell, maybe it’s just my mind telling me to lay off the sewing for a couple hours and at least pretend to try to get laid.

Whatever the reason, these dreams are nothing more than torture for the lonely lady.