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Well, it's been a while.
The past month has definitely been the best, the worst, and the most revealing for me. We had the Great Southland Stampede Rodeo, and though our stock contractor was terrible, we only came up $491 in the hole, which is nothing compared to the $40,000 in the hole last year.
I've met a few guys that have liked me, a few that I have liked, and a few that are just looking for a casual relationship.
I just wonder why the few that I like always end up being the liars, the cheaters, or the guys that dont have guts to tell me like it is. And since I found out my newest interest might actually have a girlfriend back home, while I was told (by him) that she broke up with him almost a month ago, I nearly began to give up on a relationship at all.
I had all intentions of staying at home last night and going to bed early, but instead, I went with Colin to a friend's house and I listened while they played through almost four hours of music on electric and acoustic guitars, as well as a banjo. When they pulled the banjo out, I got excited as I've been in a while. And somewhere between the beers, the pinches of grizzly, and great songs like "Simple Man", "Redneck Girl", and "I Sang Dixie" I started to find myself. By the time the banjo was pulled out, and the songs "I'll Fly Away" and "Amazing Grace" were perfectly renditioned, I remembered who I was, and no longer cared about the liars, the cheaters, and the men-who-are-still-boys.
The past month has definitely been the best, the worst, and the most revealing for me. We had the Great Southland Stampede Rodeo, and though our stock contractor was terrible, we only came up $491 in the hole, which is nothing compared to the $40,000 in the hole last year.
I've met a few guys that have liked me, a few that I have liked, and a few that are just looking for a casual relationship.
I just wonder why the few that I like always end up being the liars, the cheaters, or the guys that dont have guts to tell me like it is. And since I found out my newest interest might actually have a girlfriend back home, while I was told (by him) that she broke up with him almost a month ago, I nearly began to give up on a relationship at all.
I had all intentions of staying at home last night and going to bed early, but instead, I went with Colin to a friend's house and I listened while they played through almost four hours of music on electric and acoustic guitars, as well as a banjo. When they pulled the banjo out, I got excited as I've been in a while. And somewhere between the beers, the pinches of grizzly, and great songs like "Simple Man", "Redneck Girl", and "I Sang Dixie" I started to find myself. By the time the banjo was pulled out, and the songs "I'll Fly Away" and "Amazing Grace" were perfectly renditioned, I remembered who I was, and no longer cared about the liars, the cheaters, and the men-who-are-still-boys.