hard travelin hootenanny
I have a lot to say but I am not feeling very concise at the moment. I’m still talking to the girl from last summer who was driving trucks at the time. She’s up north spending time with family, but she keeps working her wiles on my heart. She opens up soft spaces in my heart for herself and sings my praises, although we’ve never met. She says I’m so wonderful, a woman of such good character, she see me as stable, with achievable life goals and intelligence and all those good “marriageable” qualities. She wants me to call myself hers and I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. I need you here in flesh and blood, I need to touch your skin to know that you are real.
So we talked. She has family she can stay with here. She may come visit the week that school has let out at the end of this semester. If there’s chemistry, and if I’m not otherwise attached, I might be able to put a name on this, but for now, honey I’m not yours, and I’m not anybody’s.
I own my happiness.
So anyway, there’s the little problem of some big feelings of affection on her part that she conjured up with no help from me and I don’t really know what to do with them. Some of them I reciprocate and some of them I do not. She’s trying to get my heart involved when my cunt is doing the talking.