Oh my, Nanner just awoke from a four hour nap on her new couch. Don’t get excited, the house isn’t finished. I got there a little after 11:30 with brownies, milk, and a coffee for me. I talked to Gary and Jimmy and then decided a nap may be in order. When I woke up, it was almost four hours later and I guess they had worked around me for a couple of hours and then left me slumbering on the couch. I still had my coffee beside of me, still 3/4s full. I drank it anyway.
I was tired because I was out until 4:30 this morning. I came home to the birds singing. I received a message on MySpace yesterday morning that Jubal Kane was going to be back in town. That’s www.myspace.com/jubalkane. Go check these guys out. Blues, rock, jam band. They. kick. ass!
Fred, who plays harmonica and sings, saw me at a table and swung by.
“Hey girl, glad you could make it! I was afraid I didn’t send the message in time.” I thanked him for sending the message to start with.
Buckwheat, one of the guitarists came by.
“Young ‘en, what’s your real name?” I laughed and told him but also said, “I’ll answer to Nanner, too.” He sat down to talk about the fire. Seems he had one more than a few years ago but his burned to the ground. Luckily, he said, he had just moved all of his equipment to a different building. I’m not sure how old Buckwheat is, but he just had stents put in his heart.
The bassist, Michael, told me his wife does lampwork beads. I sent him a message to get the website. Scott, the other guitarist/singer, came over and sat down. Seems at least Fred, Buckwheat, and Scott are “fans” of my Myspace blog, or at least have kept up with what’s going on.
I finished the night with Mike, the drummer, sitting me on his stool while he packed up, saying, “I’m listening, talk to me.” He’s hot. Smokin’ like the blues. And he’s a sweetheart, too. Hugs are good and he gives good hugs. He also took a great picture of me and Buckwheat. I was stroking Buckwheat’s long beard. Then we took a self-portrait.
Yes, I have a little crush which only got worse last night when I actually got to talk to him, instead of just admiring him from afar, like I did the last time they blew through town. We were talking about the fire and I guess I got this look on my face and I’ve noticed that I start to play with my ring when I start thinking about and talking about my cats. He just reached out and hugged me. I like that in a person.
But, ya’ll also know I’m a free spirit and I guess that is why I find myself gravitating toward younger men who are artistic in some way. Musicians, artists, carpenters, (okay, Ron is older than I am but he’s an exception). During a conversation, Cybele pointed out what I already had figured out, I’m not a full-time relationship kind of person. I’m unconventional and I don’t like being tied down completely, while still wanting a meaningful relationship.
I’m not sure if those two aspects of my personality will ever be able to co-exist in a relationship with someone. I’m up front about how I feel too. I don’t want someone telling me what to do and I don’t feel like micro-managing someone else. I have enough going on. I feel like if someone wants to be with me, they will be, and not because I insist they stay stuck up my ass 24/7 or vice versa.
Yet, it seems a lot of men I meet equate love with being controlled and held down by their partner. I have found a lot who say they don’t like that, but when you don’t fuss about them going out and doing their own thing, they think you don’t care about them or you’re off messing with other peeps. I’m not sure I’ll ever figure that out. I guess, I still haven’t met that right person yet.