As many of you know by now, I am back to living with my parents, in my childhood home, while my new house is being built. I am an only child, and I love my parents more than anything on this Earth. That being said–I am very excited about the new house and cannot wait for it to be finished. Being back under their roof is comforting and familiar–but I have lived on my own since I was 17 y/o, so adjusting to being back here is going to take some effort on my part.
The biggest issue, is ignoring the bait that my dad sets out to try to get a discussion going about politics. He and I have opposite political opinions (that’s putting it mildly)–and will fight about them like children if allowed to. My mom is the mediator and basically tells us both to shut up when we get going. Surprisingly, it works.
Another issue is the fact that it’s like the surface of the sun in here–w/out all of that nasty radiation. It’s like melting-point hot. Seriously, the only place that I can feel comfortable is on my bed, I front of a fan that is on high. I wish that I was kidding.
And as you can imagine, when you spend your time on a bed, alone (AND your parents walk in all of the time–yup, I can’t even engage in one of my favorite activities to occupy myself)–you end up sleeping. A LOT. I literally share a room with my entire PR inventory (think boxes of lube, sex toys, lingerie…)–so I am basically the most well-rested, currently sex-free nympho in the FM–possibly the state. Lol!
And the guy that I am so super into (see Ever Fallen…) doesn’t even know that I’m interested–but that’s my fault b/c I’ve actively mislead him on that front. Jeez-oh-Pete’s, I am the biggest dork in the world. I know, I know, I should just tell him–but I can’t. I can’t handle the rejection. I had some rejection just last week, and it sucks. Hard. Stupid? Probably.
But how do I get the courage to risk the rejection? Maybe I should just sleep on it? *yawn* Or, maybe I should put a lock on this door? OR maybe I should find a suitable substitute until I get up the courage to say something? Any able-bodied men out there willing to help me with this conundrum? Ages 40-47? Who know, at the very least, what conundrum means? I’m probably kidding. xo
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