hi. yeah, so guess what? i have discovered that i am the least attractive woman on earth. yeah, you might have thought it was someone that you know. but it’s me. hi!
so, what is it that makes you, jodi, the least attractive woman on earth?
well, let’s see here. i’ve just spent the last 36 hours with a very cute, smart, funny, tall, single cowboy and he hasn’t touched me once. not a hand shake, not a hug, not a pat on the shoulder, nothing. when riding in clyde he actually cowered near the passanger side so he wouldn’t accidentally touch me. yes, in fact i have a single male sleeping in my bed. i, however, am sleeping on the floor of the livingroom. this doesn’t factor into my genral unattractiveness, rather this just says that he’s a gentleman and i am not a slut (well, at least not this weekend).
well, jodi, now that you have won the tile of least attractive woman in the world, at least things can only get better, right . . . right?
no. that would be totally not right. because, as the cowboy and i are are driving home, i blow a tire. rather clyde blows a tire and there is no spare. yes, so clyde is sitting in the parking lot of some gas station. so i am the least attractive woman on earth with a shitty car. ain’t it good to be me?
blech. i am crying in my beer. i hope the sniffling doesn’t wake the cowboy up.
Nothing in the world stopped you from shoring up your boots, and saying “I need a hug” except yours truly. intimacy and closeless are natural. You could be sleeping beside the cow boy in a warm embrace.
Look in that mirror again, and see someone beautifull and deserving of the very best things in life! Have a tiny peice of Vitamin-Choclate for your smile!
“To laugh often & much; to win the respect of intelligent people & the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics & endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; to leave the world a little better; whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is the meaning of success.”
All one needs to know is right here
You need to get yourself together, stop sobbing and quit reading those books. Read proper books. Not “The smell of cheese” and crab like that.
Kind regards from Denmark
you are not the only one. mine was a marine not a cowboy. and crying in your beer is the right thing to do. damn sure makes me feel better. i have a bad attitude…