And Still…
I’ve been pondering this issue of perpetual alone-ness. For months, or Hell, even years, I’ve put on this bravado of not needing or wanting anyone in my life in the romantic sense. And that is true, to a point. (See: My last post.)
I think the reason it has been weighing on my mind so heavily is that now I’m living in CowTown. There simply is no one for me to meet and fall in love with. (Aside from my horse, that is. My heart would be firmly planted in the palm of his hand. If he had a hand. I suppose that as it stands, my heart is firmly planted in the frog of his hoof.)
So for years I’ve been telling myself, HEY! YOU DON’T ACTUALLY WANT ANYONE IN YOUR LIFE! And to a certain extent, that is still very, very true. But now I’m living in CowTown, and its like this life is saying “You can talk the talk, Sweetheart, but are you gonna walk the walk?” I dunno. I guess time will tell.
At any rate, for the time being? At least some guy doesn’t have to deal with the copious amounts of my hair being found in his apartment. Because Lord knows, the amount of my hair that there is to contend with? Makes me a no-brainer “Sorry, I’m seeing someone else” case until at least September fifteenth.
Phew. Safe for another month. But when this hair comes off? LOOK OUT, single men of CowTown!

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