it's just my face

I want to take a minute to talk to you about something that is ALWAYS top of mind.  Pubic hair.  Yes, it's strange, I know.  I admit, I think about pubic hair.  Is it just me or has the grooming of pubic hair become an obsession these days?  Has it always been this way and I just didn't notice?  I remember seeing commercials in my early teens about shaving the "bikini area" but I think things have gotten a little out of hand.  Even boys are shaving!  Bald.  Let me be the first to say, when I see a bald set of nuts, I view a man differently.  What's the purpose?  Does he think he appears bigger?  I think he's nuts!  (No pun intended) I can understand why a woman shaves, trims and grooms.  I can imagine choking on a pubic hair while going "downtown" is not fun.  Out of courtesy, I'll keep my parts in check.  No braids.  However, I do not understand the point of bald.  Can someone PLEASE enlighten m...

So 2 weeks have gone by and the boy is still around.  He's not smothering me as much.  I get my space.  He makes me laugh.  He's full of energy.  But I still don't know what I'm doing.  He calls me baby, and I let him.  I don't think I like it, but I let him.  He asked me the other day if we could be exclusive.  I said no.  He was upset, (haha) but he accepted that answer and moved on.  He talks a lot about the future, like plans for my birthday.  All I can think when he talks like that is, "if you're still around" I think he's around because he's filling a void.  I'm tired of being alone.  So I let him sleep over.  I let him call me baby.  Romantic, isn't it?  I wonder what he would think if he knew how I really felt.  I wonder if I should tell him.  Nah.  I've told him this much.  I don't want to be exclusive.  If the opportunity presents itself, I will date o...

It was a few weeks ago.  I was feeling lonely.  I was feeling sorry for myself.  I was dreaming of the way that I wished my life would be.  I was hoping and praying for a boy to call my own.  I wanted someone to take care of me.  I wanted someone to watch TV and movies with, to cook dinner, play cards.  Someone I could hang out with.  And so here I sit, two weeks later, feeling smothered.  I found a boy.  He's a nice boy.  He's real sweet, a good kisser.  He made me dinner.  And he won't go away! Maybe I am being irrational.  I don't know how I went from completely alone to picking out a china pattern in a week!  I'm not in love.  I have feelings.  I don't know what they are.  This boy is CRAZY for me.  Or maybe he's just crazy.  He's calling, texting, he calls me "baby".  I heard him refer to me as "his girl" more than once in a conversation today.  I'm not his girl.  I ...