"Az a legszebb csók, mit el nem csókolunk"

Let's start with another Budapest Bár quote, which means "the best kiss is that which remains unkissed."
I'm the kind of girl who falls in love every now and then, though not so since I met my boyfriend. Once I wrote a list and collected some fifteen or how many names, but I don't do it anymore. Of course in most cases it's not real love, just attraction, but it was a good thing to always have somebody to dream of. Yeah, usually it was just dreaming, which some call Platonic love, though I also heard that Plato was gay, so I won't use that expression to describe my attraction.
The reason why I must bother with this topic again is that just last night I dreamt about one of my former muses, a guy from high school. I like to analyze my dreams every now and then, and it's even better (more useful) to write about them. In my dream we were at this guy's house (though I've never seen his house), perhaps there was a party or we were shooting a film. And when I greeted him, I kissed him on both cheeks, but I had to supress an urge to kiss him on the mouth. Then he asked me why I didn't kiss him on the mouth, and I remembered my boyfriend and felt like hitting this guy for his boastfulness. I hate it when a guy feels knows you are attracted to him, and even says it. Then (in the dream) it turned out this guy was in love with me, and I became even angrier at that and said something like "I was waiting for you for three years, and now you tell me you love me." Strangely, one of my future sisters-in-law was also there and said she had known something like that would happen because she knew this guy in the dream, and one of us called him stupid. After that we ate chicken, which surely has some Freudian explanation, and I was surprised that he had cooked.
Another guy I have dreamt about two or three times in the past few months is the guy I was in love with in second grade, at primary school. He always reminded me of Disney's Baloo because he had a similar body, so you can imagine he wasn't exactly an Adonis, though he wasn't fat, either. When he learnt that I was in love with him, he started to dislike me, which I think was a stupid thing to do, and he kept up with it for years, which was especially disturbing when we were on duty together (you know, hetes).
I haven't seen him since I was 13 and we moved, but I have seen a few photos of him on facebook, that's why I know he has gained a bit of weight. As usual with people I haven't seen for years, I have the same image of him that I had when I last so him, so it's a bit strange that I keep dreaming about him. In my dreams he wants things like dancing with me or taking me for one night, and usually I feel attracted to him, but then somehow I remember my boyfriend, and leave the whole thing. Perhaps the reason I dream about him is that I've been organizing our primary school re-union for weeks now, and he's one of those who haven't reacted to my emails and posts. It would be good to see him again, because I'd like to see everyone from the class and find out what they are up to, but I don't want anything from him, of course.
The only guy from my "past" who could excite me is my first "real" love, though I was 13 at the time and he was 12. I'd be glad to talk to him and find out a bit about him, I mean in real life, not on a social networking site. Perhaps I'd even like to touch him and hug him, but it would never be the same thing, perhaps I would even feel disappointed. Probably my real "first real love" is my boyfriend. You know, save the best for last.
So that's it for today. Hope I didn't bore you with my old lady's romantic nostalgia.