it's just my face

It's raining again. Perfect Puddles Hiawatha toes I'll bring the sun. Kamp Kramer Smoke rising to the cotton ball clouds Carrying the melody of the fiddle to the heavens Main stage in the distance Backwoods bottle opening 101.  KBC beer bracelets Beer me!  again!  AGAIN! I like your necklace.  Can I have it? Walk-about. Beer me? French Canadian Sex on stage. Simone Puppy Chairs Truth or Dare I dare you to kiss me. "That's no dare!" TRAPPED! Cut a hole, or tuck and roll? "E"motional support "It's about time you get out of my tent!" Dead River brew Fuzzy morning recap Fuzzy Border Grille? No, Togos Get laid back stage? Outlaw Bloody Mary's Butt cleavage "These things are good.  What's in them?  Crack?" Tie One On Where's my tie? no ice? Bonjour Simone! Laid back Sunday is about to get higher. Sweating to French Sex on main stage. Jumping, TWIRLING Clapping, laughing Follow...

I am left scratching my head after the last few days.  I am confused and annoyed.  Here's just a sample: Pretty Girl goes on romantic moon-lit stroll with Logger Boy.  They talk, laugh, kiss.  She plays with his log.  A good time is had by all.  Logger Boy takes Girl home and holds her until morning.  Logger Boy asks Girl to come out and play the next night only to become MIA.  Logger Boy says he's been "busy with work."    RIIIGHT...  Word on the street is that logger boy is piling his wood in someone else's yard. Old Friend is in town.  He HOT.  There's always been attraction, it's never been the right time.  He texts, "let's hang out."  Sure.  LOVE to see him.  "Send me a pic."  No.  I don't do pics.  Suddenly he's busy...  Nice knowin' ya. Redneck Man comes to BK with Common-Law Wife quite often.  Redneck Man slips Sexy Manager a note on Friday, "darts, sonda...

It happened.  The sluttiest day in the history of my life.  Mark your calendars.  Here's how it went down: Let me give you a little history between me and my history making man.  This young man and I exchange glances every time we see one another.  He's a "regular" at work.  I wanted him and I could tell he wanted me to.  Our comments and conversations were getting more and more flirtatious with each passing day.  He said he wanted to hang out.  I didn't want to hang out, but I wanted to fuck.  I think they meant the same thing.  So when the opportunity presented itself, I gave him my number.  I was so nervous, I was shaking.  I couldn't speak.  He gave me a knowing smile and within' minutes he was texting.  I learned his name.  Within 2 hours I would see him naked. He came over after work for a quickie.  He walked in and we kissed.  We got to know each other a little between the kissing and s...