spring

I’m trying to avoid them but I can’t help noticing them. Lots of them.

Men.

They’re every where. And for some reason, doesn’t matter if Benjamin’s with me or not – they’re all checking me out. The first few times I thought it was all in my head. The blatant stares and smiles. But now…there have been so many I know I’m not hallucinating.

Here are the reasons for this phenomenon.

It’s mating season. Everyone is on the hunt.

My single glow. I have more time for self-grooming.

The fact that I don’t want a man right now. It’s like they know. And to men – that’s hot. The unattainable.

To me, men might as well be ugly octopuses with purple, fleshy skin – skin with boils and blisters- and bulging eyeballs. Right now men are scary.

Then I see them. Damn it. They’re just so beautiful.

Yummy, delicious men. In the bookstore, in the coffee shop, in restaurants, on sidewalks. Yesterday it was a firefighter. Yes, a firefighter. I’m telling you – when I say it’s raining men, I’m not exaggerating. This story proves that karma or fate is either trying to torture me or telling me to just bite the bullet and date one of them. [click to continue…]

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Just a few of the reasons why I love Spring.

Somersaults. I did one today! Thanks to Benjamin. I can’t even remember the last time I rolled like a log down a hill, but I did that too.

Topless male runners. Hot guys running with their shirts off should be illegal. Seriously. I’m going to drive off the road. Please put your shirts back on. Please.

Airplanes. Every time Benjamin sees one he jumps up and down screaming with joy. And then he raises his arms into the air, flails his little hands and shouts at the top of his lungs, “Hellllooooooo Aeerrooowwwpleeeenne!

Napping with the windows open. I don’t even know where to begin on this one. It’s just so deliciously perfect.

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