Weeellll...today turned into an interesting day. I went up to Scottsville to buy some stuff from the Mennonites. It's sorghum season now and several families are cooking and processing it into molasses. You can smell it before you ever get there. I ended up buying a bottle of molasses; a jar of mandarin orange preserves, a watermelon, a pound of roma tomatoes, 3 cloves of garlic and a loaf of cheese bread.

Let me backtrack a bit before I go ahead and lose this: The rocking horse and the blasted Barbie were a hit! We went to Bowling Green for lunch and some window shopping - I ended up with a plaque that says "The Witch is in and she's casting spells!" The significance was lost on Momma - I swear that she knew my path. I don't push the issue - her belief is "we're not supposed to worry about anyone else, just ourselves. God will take care of it." My belief is "why wait that long?" Oh well. Que sera, sera.

Now then...getting back on the original train...

The thing made the day so interesting was the men. Momma swears the only reason several of them looked me over was because I wore shorts. (Her theory is that they don't get to see bare, shaven legs too often...all I can say is - whatever...) I checked one guy out as he checked me out - he was about my height with black hair and a beard. He wasn't too bad looking...I think the nod and smile we each gave the other was one of approval - it was on my part, anyway.

I found myself in a daydream when we left - taking him out back and showing him a bit of heaven on earth...o.k.,o.k, it was more like Lilith in the guise of succubus luring him into a silken trap. Up, down...every which way. Can you say, "screwed silly"? He wouldn't have know what hit him...bwahahahahahahahaha!

I was told that there was another guy looking me over at another place - but he doesn't sound like much of a prize...middle aged and pot bellied. Oh yeah...fantasy material there.

This is an interesting situation I've found - I've been checked out and admired by (so they say - lol) by Mexican and Mennonite men and black women but whites couldn't give a flying flip. I'm not racist - we're all the same underneath the skin - it's just something I've noticed. Not that I really care either way - it's fun to flirt and be a bit salacious at times!