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Redheads

 are  crazy.

I said it.

I've known more than a few and every.single.one has proven to be crazy.

I must like that.

When i'm looking, no-one is interested.  When i'm happy, and cozy, ready to settle in for a long winters nap...they crawl out of the woodwork.  

Why?  I'm fat, old, my bones hurt, i'm kinda cranky when i'm not laughing too hard....and i get blocked by men I dated so they don't have to see me on social media.  Wimps.  All of them.  I'm too much for them and they aren't enough for me.  I could rip myself apart, think that i'm not good enough but the fact is i'm just not easy enough for low effort men.  I can live with that.

My family loves me, my friends love me, and i love me.  If these men can't get on board with my need for transparency, honesty, MANLINESS and a backbone then i'm not the one.  One man will be lucky to have me and i deserve to also be lucky to have him. 

New Jersey isn't that far.   Mr. Jersey and i have a date to meet in person, before Christmas, to go for bites, drinks and shopping.  We know when, where and what.  He does voice overs - and we already know, if he has a great voice i'm already curious.  He also likes to thrift shop and has actual style!  He owns more than one "good shirt" and enjoys looking nice.  For the hell of it.  He wears nice stinky stuff.  Every day not just for special.  

(I knew my ex bf was seeing someone while still living with me because all of a sudden his truck was clean and he had cologne in his center console....and minty gum. Dumb ass.)

Am i excited?  not really, but i AM curious......looking forward to it.....if it happens.  He has a presence on social media, an "influencer" of sorts with a decent following.  My negative thinking automatically speaks up and wonders "why the hell would he want to meet YOU when he has a bunch of women flirting with him constantly?"  

No idea.  We've had a few great conversations, exchanged real pictures and videos, talked about life, music, work...Flirt a bit, can get spicy at times........I smile when he sends me a text.  ewwwwwwww.   So we'll see.  He's not so far away that it will never work.  And if he's a player, i'll find out sooner rather than later.  He has tats.  Glasses.  Red hair.  I've teased him that he could have an only fans for 50+.  

I said i'd not date a red head again.  

A couple of men i've dated in the past have re-emerged, as they do.  I respond to the ones I liked, and ignore the ones i didn't.  Neither are getting another chance.  

Four days at home because of the holiday and of course i re-arranged furniture and deep cleaned, organized, AGAIN.  Slowly getting rid of stuff.  And yes, i hurt my back so now i'm sitting with a heating pad and i'm going to go take more tylenol.

Thats hot.  What man wouldn't want me???? LOLOLOLOL



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