Great Lunch

I am starting to like the middle of nowhere a whole lot more. Today I had lunch with some new people and they were my type of people. I was really starting to believe that there was no one like me out here! The conversation at lunch was laugh out loud funny and full of random crazy stories. I related my Easter story of last year, which was well received.

Easter Sunday (2006) arrived and I was feeling very sorry for myself, with no friends and family around. I did not find eggs in the morning nor was I surprised by an Easter basket when I awoke. Everyone I knew was spending the day with family, while I was completely alone. I tried to surf the net, I tried to read, I cleaned the house to offset how retched I felt. Nothing was working and I was spiraling into increasing bouts of self pity. Then around 1 pm two very hot young men knocked on my door with a small Easter basket and wanting to share their beliefs with me. Now I don’t normally do this, but I was feeling terrible and seriously I was trapped by my own self pity, I really didn’t have a choice.

I stood on the doorstep talking with the young men for about 30 minutes about religion. Thirty minutes stretched on and I invited the men in; now I know something about this particular religion and I knew they were not allowed in my house. I being a woman living alone with no man about the house, but they came in nonetheless. I flirted, argued, tried to convert them, and had a glorious time over the next 2 hours. I thoroughly enjoyed myself and was completely entertained by these young men. I drank a couple of glasses of wine, which they politely refused, too. I think I made some serious head way in converting them too. When they left I felt great. I felt like myself again, no more wallowing in self pity, no more lamenting on what I missed, I was great again. I headed out that evening with friends; my only regret was I didn’t pull up my shirt and ask those nice young men what they thought of my girls. Now that would have definitely converted them!