I read over yesterday’s post and it made me realize what a complete dumbass fuckhead I’m being.I mean, come on. This is ME we’re talking about. There is no good reason for me to be cowardly when it comes to the male species. I’m good with guys. Usually. (Or maybe it’s only the attached ones who find me attractive, as history would show?) And just because one or two or seven have been mind-fuckers in the past doesn’t mean that there aren’t good ones out there.
I think I found a good one, so gitdammsunumbitch (as my granddaddy would say), I’m gonna git me that boy if I have to drag him by his toes. [yes my family actually talks like this, so it’s no wonder I have such “charm” and “creativity” when it comes to all things foul.]
During work today I called up Sweet Cheeks and asked for Neighbor Guy’s phone number. This of course brought on a flood of teasing and K-I-S-S-I-N-G sort of mature behavior which is why I love her so much.
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