Good Evening,
Men can be SO FRUSTRATING. They say "I don't play games," but THEY DO. They don't call, they "pull away" just when you think they like you. Not that anyone has necessarily pulled away because as you know, I have no one to pull away from me.
That being said, from what I've experienced thus far, 99% of the cute men... 99% the men that you would REALLY pant after, are in Colorado.
Some man, who's stringy, oily, long, gross looking hair that is hanging in his face starts off with "I can't spell, I need a babysitter, you probably don't want me ... BUT"
NO BUTS. Your picture SAYS it all, baby. Gross. Just Gross. And tell me, am I nice? Well, I'm nice in that I haven't said anything to this guy. Still, REALLY?
Oh....oh...oh.... this blog may be for my benefit more than anyone else, as I can come back to it when it appears that the fishing hole has dried up!
Anyways, I have work to do. I can't just sit here, drinking beer and eating chips and salsa...though sometimes I really REALLY want to.
Toodles!
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