Its cause
I’m burning in hell and it hurts.

So here is the deal:

I thought I needed to get out of my comfort zone and say yes to a few hand picked random strangers. Tonights episode included dinner and a movie. Not too bad for a first date. He insisted I pick the restaurant and I chose my favorite, Due Amichie. That was Monday. I have received
two-three phone calls and or text messages a day since then. Come on.
You don’t know me that well. Today? He tells me he showed my picture to a woman in his office and she thinks I’m pretty. Great, what is she doing Saturday? I don’t like my picture taken I don’t care what they said in that  Pensacola resturant. And I sure don’t’ like it spread around.

For people who know one of my pet peeves is men who can’t/won’t/aren’t capable of using the phone, they may think this is a case of me never being happy. No. see, before the first date, calling, texting, e-mailing 3-5 times a day seems a bit needy. After, say, six months- a year, not
being able to use the phone to make definite plans is a sign of lack of commitment. Even ‘just’ friends can call each other occasionaly. Without it being equavilant to meeting the parents. If calling people/e-mailing/checking on them means something serious. I have so many people I’m in love with and we all need to have “the talk.”  And if I had some more phone numbers I’d be a lot more serious about a lot more
people.  How about we all meet next Saturday night in Vicksburg? We all can have “the talk” and some of you will be upset when I laugh because you think I’m serious and some of you will make me cry cause you love me but you aren’t “in love” with me. And then we can go to the  John
Corbett concert and hear how love ought to be and smile and realize we can love each other without it having to mean anything other than we are loved.

Don’t Fence Me In

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above,
Don’t fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Don’t fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze,
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don’t fence me in.

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies.
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise.

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can’t look at hovels and I can’t stand fences
Don’t fence me in.

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies,
Don’t fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
Don’t fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please,
Don’t fence me in

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise.
Ba boo ba ba boo.

I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences
Don’t fence me in.

Bing Crosby

I left out a couple of details, his profession, etc. which would explain why I may end up burning after tonight.