i dreamt that i was at a party with a lot of tech people. i was having a pretty good time talking to one nice guy who looked a lot like Richard Kind. he was funny in that dry, self-deprecating way i really like. perhaps i had had a lot to drink but i started flirting with him quite fluidly and easily. he said, after a certain point, "hey, do you want to go to the Caribbean with me? just for a day. i mean, i have a private jet type thing, so if you wanted to - we wouldn't have to spend the night."

i was completely non-plussed. a private jet? i didn't know what to say. "um, sure," i said. i mean, why not?

so we went for a day, and i don't remember that part, but it was great i think. he was a complete gentleman, and brought me home that night, as promised.

then later that week we were both invited to a small dinner party in a cozy New York apartment with beautiful wood floors and wood paneling in the dining room. the man - i think his name was Paul - and i again flirted heavily. we even kissed. then somehow the question of my coming over to his place came up. "i could just have my driver come round whenever you're ready to go," he said.

i smiled, but suddenly i wasn't sure. i pictured getting into bed with him, and i just couldn't do it. so in my dream i pretended to fall asleep on the couch or something and the hostess of the dinner party let me stay the night.

a few weeks later i was at another event in the daytime, some sort of end-of-conference party at a resort. the hotel decor was very South Beach, with pale pearly pink and ecru and a lot of wicker and palm trees. we were near the ocean. i was wearing a long floral dress.

i was standing by the outdoor bar when a good-looking man caught my eye. he had soft dark hair and a moustache, and was wearing a slightly rumpled black suit with a white shirt. sort of a young latino johnny depp. he smiled at me, and we started talking. "this place is beautiful, but you should get out of hotel and on to the beach," he said. "let's go take a ride - i've got my employer's car."

oh my goodness, it was Miguel, Paul's driver. i smiled my most flirtatious smile, because i really liked him. he had a directness that i admired. "well, i might have to go this party later tonight," i said.

"do you have a date?"

"mmmm, not yet." smile, smile, smile.

"maybe i could be your date."

"maybe you could."

i excused myself to go get a snack from inside. at the buffet table i met yet another young man, Jason. he had wholesome looks often described as "All-American" - a squared-off jaw, steely blue eyes, light brown hair. not my type, generally - too clean-cut. but i guess i was on a roll or something because we started talking. "are you going to this party thing later tonight?" he asked.

"i was thinking about it. why, were you?"

"maybe. i'd go if you'd come as my date."

it turned out that he was the son of Paul, the first man i'd met weeks ago.

what a soap opera!