I was with this girl, and she was buoyant, enthusiastic, mischeivous, grounded. I knew I was going to end up cheating on my wife. Didnt particularly want to, you know, but I remember saying to myself, I just cant help it. Actually, I said that to the girl: I cant help it. Nobody ever makes me feel like this. Whats sort of odd: I had this dream a day or two prior to going over to Jens condo after Capoeira. Marco bailed; it was just me & her & her pharoah cat. While over there, I didnt cheat on my wife, but I had this low-pressure guilt feeling the whole time I was there because I knew, despite the gay-girlfriend-chatty feeling, that I was pretty seriously attracted to her. And she was wearing those funky pants--philipino? tahitian? whatever--that were slit up the sides. I mean ALL the way up the sides. Oh my.