I woke up this morning from a dream where I was a prison guard sleeping with and stroking the penis of an inmate. The inmate was my old Uni lover T..

T has sent some flirty texts these last three weeks. Knowing I was heading to Melbourne and trying to make an opportunity for us to catch up. He requires energy that I do not have. So I avoided a catch up this last visit to the city. But goddammit – I keep dreaming about him attached to some terrific penis!

On checking my email this morning I have two messages in my inbox from men on the dating site that Kate was using. A man who fixes things for a living.. and a man who is a registered florist and online psychic.

Both look like serial killers. I have noticed all the country men here look like serial killers in photographs.
Not a lot of smiling going on.

I have responded to both – though with a little more encouragement to the man who fixes things. He has used the acronym ‘lol’ twice in a five line email.. but I assure myself that if we meet in person it is unlikely he would say ‘lol’ in everyday speech.

I think all of these are related.. the psychic and the dream.. telling me I need to find a good looking penis.. or get a job in a prison..