Drank a cup o' reality at 6:28 p.m. on Saturday, Nov. 23, 2002
WOW… oh, wow. The Big Pile of Feelings, The Afterglow, The Glitter, The Cotton Balls, The Lead. They are all there! The Farmer and I are NOT played out. Yes, there is more drama and a few more hurdles… But, this Spunky girl is definitely in the ball game and it is a whole new ball game!
The Farmer called me yesterday evening. It was a short and nearly awkward conversation. I asked a question knowing that I would not like the answer. (Remind me to do that less!) He is leaving for Europe next Wednesday; with his Old Girlfriend and her family. They are “good friends, really good friends.” Yes, all of the little hairs on the back of my neck are standing up. This would be contributing to the pile of lead! Yet, he was honest, they are not Boyfriend-Girlfriend and it was not the “This-Has-Been-Nice-And-All, -But” conversation. As long as he is fence sitting I’m still in the game; I like the game! It was ascertained that he was going out to celebrate Kris’ birthday. At that time I was going out with Mary and Pam. The conversation was also fraught with innuendo about “juggling” and not committing.
That was that. I felt angsty when it was over.
Mary flaked; she opted for laying on the couch crying over us. Pam and I decided to go out anyhow. Dinner and then off to The Country… I had plans: Run into The Farmer.
We went to his usual haunt The University (a bar) in Hartland. Hartland is the town where my family is from. As a child in the summer, when I visited Grandma, I was forbidden from ever going into the bar there.
Pam and I sat there for a VERY VERY long time and I had just about decided that he wasn’t coming; when he walked in. We pretended not to know each other for a long time. Me with my friends; he with his. I kept walking past to go to the bathroom. At one point I winked, he smiled. Finally, Pam had had it, “Go talk to him, enough game playing!”
I went over and actually talked to Kris’ girlfriend, Jill, for a long time. Finally Harley and I talked. When he went to leave the bar I went out with him.
In a completely un-Spunky move I seduced him in the parking lot. “Come with me…” “I can’t” on and on… finally he caved. Half way out of town he wanted to go back. “There are just a lot of issues.” He said. I asked, “Let me be one of the issues.” He said OK.
Driving to my place he said, “You know, if we start dating again, you can’t change me!” This all arose from him having a chew in his mouth. I told him straight faced, “There is not one thing that I would want to change about you. I like you exactly the way you are. And you know what, you can’t change me either!”
He did brush his teeth before getting into bed. We kissed and kissed and kissed. At one point he said that I was the last girl he had made out with (that was a month ago! —where has The Old Girlfriend been?).
I gave him “head.” He said that he didn’t think that I would do that! I told him how much I love it, how good he tasted, how good he felt. He didn’t come and I was really bummed (drunkenness is bad!). I promised to go it again another time. He told me that I was really good. (Hell yes, I am!)
As we were holding each other, drifting off, he said from out of nowhere, “You know, we could sleep like this every night.”
He snores, I toss and turn. But, for a long long time we laid there holding each other. It was nice.
I took him back to his truck this morning.
I went back to bed. My sheets still smell like him.
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Miss Spunky is:
a 25 year old English teacher currently on an extended adventure in Minnesota, searching for a good man with a big... truck!
I love:
My students, excessive amounts of coffee, Baja Fresh and a good hockey game.
I dislike:
Ignorance, mosquitoes, and people who write in IM and/or grammar so poor that it is clear that they are lazy. IM is LAZY, LAZY do you hear me???