I can feel my redneck tendencies coming out here...
I've done it a few times.
Once because an old guy was totally inebriated and I had to pour him into a friends truck so he could take him home.
This was not fun and nearly ruined my back for a week - He was a big man.
Another time because I was deeply insulted by an ignorant prick at a bar. I surprised myself and lost my temper and one hand lifted him, by his balls, off the floor by a couple of inches.
I don't take kindly to having complete strangers insult me or my children, especially in a bar.
After the adrenaline rush wore off my arm felt like jelly.
Again, this was not what I considered a good time.
Could I do it for a long period of time? Probably, I'm a farm girl.
The question is would I want to... not likely, nor do I really want anyone else carrying me.
At 6' tall myself, I've yet to meet a man that is too tall.
I was set up on a blind date by friends with a guy that was 6'9... he was too self-conscious about his heighth to really have fun with it.
I like Sour Cherry Blasters and Chocolate Covered Pretzels in the theatre these days.
When I was a kid, my mom and dad used to take us to the drive-in's. Mom would make a big batch of popcorn w/butter and salt. Then she drizzled chocolate and caramel over it and add a few handfuls of honey roasted peanuts and candied pecans. It was always the ultimate treat to munch on.
I, personally prefer to wear my riding leathers if I'm on a bike... maybe that's just me...
Road rash and skin grafts aren't at the top of my list of things I want to experience.
This is a trick question, isn't it?
I've heard a lot of things about men... but it doesn't mean I have the audacity to apply it to all of them either.
Why am I continually surprised? I really should know better...
You have a brain but you avoid using it. I'm not here to do your thinking for you. Don't be so fucking lazy.
I don't have all the answers to your life's problems. I barely have the answers to my own.
My space is my own. Stay the fuck out of it. Get your own life and quit trying to live vicariously through me. I'm not that fascinating.
I don't like people crowding me. Back the fuck off. If I want to be alone it means I want to unwind and recharge, not because I'm pissed off at you.
So go the fuck away and leave me alone.
Trust me, if I'm pissed off AT you, you'll know it.
MY little corner of the world does not revolve around yours.
I found an old box of tapes... which led me on the search for my old records... which led me on a search for my old record player... which led to a glass of wine and groovy old tunes
My favorite's are Yardley's Old English Lavender or Burt's Bees Peppermint & Rosemary...
I've used both for years and they don't clash with my perfume.
A lack of confidence is not a dealbreaker. Nor is being shy.
What is the dealbreaker is self-pity and a piss poor attitude.
Everyone can have a bad day, but the ones that dwell on that shit and regurgitate it over and over...
It gets REAL old fast.
I personally prefer the shy, quiet and thoughtful type.
These are the guys that speak when they have something to say and not because they have to say something to break the silence.
That chip on your shoulder is shining through your posting.
My knee-jerk reaction is in response to that.
If I was at all wrong in anything I said in response to your postings I apologize.
I might've been reading into the posting entirely too much.
I'm sipping on a nice cold gin and water with lemon.