Its been raining for a week straight in Colorado. For a population tempered to getting 300+ days of sunshine a year, all this melancholy weather is sending us into withdrawals. We are a group of people who get upset if we haven’t gone camping by June 1st. This is why the school year ends before Memorial Day while the rest of the country gets to hang out indoors until mid June.
Speaking of Colorado, I think I’m fostering another growing addiction on A&E. Its almost embarrassing.
Ok its really embarrassing.
Halfway through the first episode I realized I had stopped channel surfing and was fixating hard on (he he) Leland Chapman’s tatooed biceps. Dog’s family is about as white trash as you can get, but hey they’re from Colorado, its not like I haven’t seen a mullet or shot a gun before.
Another upside to being a single mom: I don’t have to justify my guilty pleasures to my significant other. There’s no fighting over the remote. I don’t have to put up with public mockery besides the gagging noises my mom makes when she sees this show.
Leland is a single dad. So there. I’ve justified my lust…If only you could see me trying to keep a straight face.
His 2nd appearance confirmed something in me: I need more guy friends. I miss them. In high school I had an equal amount of both guy and girl friends. In College, it was mostly gay men. Post-college, I was a barfly, so I had tons of male buddies. Once I became a mom, the testosterone disappeared.
I love my 3 Leo best friends. Having their support and watching their growth has been a gift to someone who moved almost every year of her life. I know how lucky I am to still be as close as we were in high school. Now that two of them are married, their husbands have become my primary male friends. That’s not really cool. I can’t call my friend’s husband to see if he wants to go out for a beer, or a hike, or shoots some hoops.
With my gayboy back in town, and my reconnection with HS Sweetheart, I’m on a mission. I need to create a new penis posse.
Otherwise I may stay in every night, fantasizing about this dude, and that may turn into a full blown, White Trash, Bad Boy relapse. I’ve already played with fire after my experience with Young Buck, and managed to slip out before it got ugly.
I’m not going back to bad boys. Even if he might be a hot single dad.