It’s that time of the month again. Not THAT time, but the time of the month where I have the hormonal load of a 14 year old boy. That third row of pills in my bc pack should just be green m&ms for the effect they have on me. Each venture out of my door means the possibility I might run into a cute boy and jump his bones.
Luckily I have SOME control over myself, although it just might be low self-esteem. Wait, if I had REALLY low self-esteem I would be sleeping with anyone and everyone, so I at least still have some morals….phew!
This warm weather doesn’t help. Boys are busting out the baggy shorts and cute t-shirts and are all tan and such. More random skin is on the streets then usual. It’s rough…..but I like it.
Took Noodle to the dog park the other day and think it will make for good boy watching this weekend. As a friend said, a guy with a dog shows responsibility 🙂 And to watch a boy run around and play with his dog, or pet my needy little guy would melt my heart, in a good way.
I’ve even developed a crush on the redneck boy at the meat & three my Dad and I go to lunch at. Yeah–that’s healthy. I’m telling you…the cute boys are everywhere and I have my eye on every last, single, tattooed, beard-having, camo short wearing, indie rock listening, beer drinking one.
Consider yourselves warned.