Okay, blame all the lounge music I've been listening to. New boyfriend fantasy:

It's a dimly lit nightclub/restaurant very similar to those of the boom years. I'm up on the stage in a nicely pressed tux and sitting infront of a grand piano from where I play jazz standards to help the romantic mood. At one point, Mr. Right-Bloke comes up to me and the rest of the four piece jazz band and asks if he can sing a song. We haphazardly agree, and he's handed a microphone.

The instant he opens his mouth to sing, everyone hears Frank Sinatra and the eyes of the room's occupants glances up to look at the new talent. I'm still playing the piano while the bassist plays in the back and at one point Mr. Right-Bloke gets up on the grand and lies stomach on the top of the sleek black instrument and he's singing to me. Since I'm the backbone of the whole musical experience, I can't do anything but smile sheepishly.

Finally, we're done after singing about 10 songs and the audience deafens us with applause. I go over to the bar to get a drink and see Mr. Right-Bloke sitting next to me with a big grin and orders drinks for us (a vodka coke and shirley temple). We get to talking and as the new band begins to play "Unforgettable" he grabs my hand and drags me to the open dance floor.

So, we start dancing not quite cheek to cheek as more and more couples trickle onto the floor. At one point, completely enthralled in the moment and a bit on the tipsy side, I give him a strong kiss. He smiles, astounded for a few seconds, then swoops down for another one.

And as we danced the stars turned ever so slowly up ahead in the cool night sky.

... Okay, so not as descriptive as I usually get with these things. But spare me; just woke up an hour ago.