Good times, good times….
Well, friends and neighbors, it’s official; a saucy blonde in a mini skirt and high heels (and an intriguing mind and great sense of humor, of course) is The Hottest Thing I’ve Ever Seen. Old Blue Eyes makes me dizzy with desire, and I absolutely adore that we can have good conversation and good laughs, when we’re not Not Talking. She’s passed the Friend Test with flying colors; that’s strangely unusual in my world. This all feels good and right and easy and hot. As the school is tiny and people love their gossip, we’ve been discovered already, and, as she and I hypothesized this weekend, it became the juiciest, fastest moving piece of gossip since the school year began. At first, I thought I’d hate that, but now I realize I don’t really give a shit. I like this woman. So what if people know that?
And to tell you the honest truth, I don’t Hate It that people are talking about me (us). It’s like Grandma said, “It doesn’t matter what they say about you, sugar…just so long as they’re talking about you”. In a business like this one, that’s an important truth. My life is different from my business, but the two overlap on occasion. Or, every day, if you’re in the habit of Shitting Where You Eat.
I prefer not to look at it all as Shitting, though, and more as Enjoying What Life Throws At Me. Sometimes curve balls can be sweet.
