Today I am thankful for liberty minded men.
I had to go to a political thingy today.
I like how I can command the politicians with a look and a gesture. They don't recognize me. I've changed my hair. I've changed my manner of dress. I wear glasses.
They stare.
They don't know who I am until I tell them.
I met a man while waiting today.
He jumped when he saw me.
He was cute.
He reminded me of my friend.
He sat next to me and tried not to stare at my cleavage.
He reminded me of my friend.
He sat there shaking.
My friend doesn't shake.
He comes on a little too strong.
My friend doesn't do that.
Two men had to come rescue me.
I'm avoiding Facebook again.
Yes, the television cameras were trained on us yesterday.
I got an email that someone was disappointed that they didn't see me on the news.
I did that on purpose.
Last year, I learned the trick of staying off of TV. Do you want to know how to do that?
My trick is red henna. I can rinse my hair in it and it will not change the color.
But on camera
I look like my auburn hair is aflame.
The orange henna coats the top of my hair and looks like it is flaming when light shines through it.
If I want the interview, I just pin my hair back so the lights don't shine through the top. When I want to be on the cutting room floor, I wear my hair down.
It works like a charm.
I'm not comfortable meeting new men who take an interest in me.
This guy is good looking -but- hearts are picky things.
He makes me miss my friend.
I'm going to see him tomorrow....I can feel it.
Sigh...
I wore a low cut dress with a slit up the side. I got a lot of stares. I'm sorry.
I mentioned my stalker to a lawmaker trying to get her to see that $250+ dollars for a background check to get a concealed carry permit is crazy when one wants to protect herself.
Now, all the guys I know that overheard my conversation want to protect me.
Uh.....
NO!
I'm going to bed.
I'm scared to death.
I'm lonely but I only have eyes for one of them.
This is weird.
What do I do?
I miss my friend's voice.
G'night.
S.
Dear universe,
Yes, I like bald men with big blue eyes.
I like them in my age range.
Yeah, I like the ones that communicate well.
I like the ones who aren't afraid to make men in power tremble.
I like the ones who let me use my full power.
Yes, I love them when they are liberty minded.
I don't care if they have money.
I like them best when they don't need to flaunt it.
You know what I like...
But...
one is enough.
I only want the one that is best for me.
No more....
No more sexy emails...
No more offers to teach me how to shoot a gun....
I know how to do that, by the way....
I'm not even sure what gun he wants me to shoot....
but please....
Not right now.
Let me deal with the man in front of me.
Please....