Caution: don't re-read posts

Oh the agony. Every time I re-read one of my rut post's I am horrified. Seriously.

Oh well. That moment has passed, I have- once again- got some drama in my life to fill the time. Yes, I bring it on myself. Sometimes not purposefully.

Turns out that if you are trying to find that bottom of a cooler filled with beer, you have to drink your way through it. Which really isn't that hard. It does however lead to some questionable choices. The kind that make you giggle in the morning. At least this time it wasn't one of those that make you want to chew off your arm and burn your mattress. In one swift motion I broke Kyles heart, met a new guy and fell off the sober wagon. No wonder I'm tired this morning.

I was invited to a rodeo and bar-b-q by a friend this weekend. I don't usually attend due to the fact that cowboys- for the most part- are gigantic asshats. My friend begged and I gave in. It was actually really fun.

The large group that had started the day together had dwindled. Most of the contestants had gone home. Those of us that participate in the art of drinking too much beer remained. I pride myself on the sport of checking out butts and bull riders have some of the best I have ever seen. A certain cowboy caught my attention, he seemed familiar to me. His name is Al. Turns out that we know alot of the same people.

It was at that moment that the friend whom had invited me decided that she should tell me that my big cowboy friend Cletus was in fact in love with me. I already knew this and have tried for years to make sure that he never thought I was stringing him along. We are great friends, there just isn't any sort of spark there. At first he was normal and then he thought it would be fun to drink Jack Daniels, which turns him into an instant asshole. He was in true asshole form and was demanding that I take him to the bar. Al volunteered to accompany us. I didn't want to go to the bar I wanted to go to my pub. Cletus threw a tantrum so we went. I don't usually let him control me this way, but the scene he was making was totally embarrassing. Al and I had one beer at the bar and left Cletus there. It may seem sort of mean, but I was really done with his shit. He introduced Al to some of our mutual friends as "V's conquest of the weekend". He is lucky I didn't punch him in the face before we left. Al seemed unrattled by the scene, simple grabbed my hand and walked me out the door.

We ventured to my pub. Really, I just wanted to flaunt this good looking guy in front of my friends. Yes, I am a juvenile. He was great, just laid back and not at all freaked out by all of these crazy people that I know. We danced and carried on. (He can dance!) We sat at a table with R and B. After a few beers I came to the realization that Kyle was sitting directly across from us. Al actually pointed out some guy that was looking a bit out of sorts. I wouldn't do anything to intentionally hurt Kyle. He and I weren't anything. I tried to get something going, with him and was road blocked. I'm not just going to hang out and wait for him to come out of his shell. A couple of people that hang out with our group tried to make a big production about me hurting Kyle on purpose. Luckily, I have friends that diffused the situation. As usual D5 made a complete ass out of himself, picking a fight with Al. Once again, my friends T and R diffused the situation.

I was pretty much over this whole scene at this point. Al and I left. Yup, together. Yup, sometimes I do some pretty classy stuff. One night stands are about as classy as it gets. Truth be know I have never been real shy about talking about my sex life on here. Can it even be called that? A sex life? Well it is today. I finally broke the dry spell I have been living in and it was fan-freakin-tastic! Will I see Al again? Don't know. Am I going to cry if he doesn't call. Nope. How's that for class?-V