Some Girls Don’t Like Boy Like Me, Aww but Some Girls Do

I gotta admit Sawyer Brown is a guilty pleasure.  I think I mentioned long ago in one of my Shannon’s Story posts that we lived in the Deep South many years ago.  As I was thinking about this post and this song came to me, I remembered that scene in the Blues Brothers when they are performing at the Redneck bar.  They ask the bartender what music the people like and she says “we have both kinds of music here Country and Western!”  Well, that was kind of like it was down there in the Deep South – not too much Cure or Nirvana to be heard.  So out of necessity I developed an enjoyment of Sawyer Brown, Garth, Blackhawk, George Strait, etc, call it a weakness J

Btw if you ever go to Tiger Stadium at LSU you will always be inspired by “Callin’ Baton Rouge!”  Although I prefer the New Grass Revival Version over Garth’s (love Bela Fleck).

But this post is not about music and the Deep South, it’s my next post about Sandra.  As you know - some girls (like Shannon) don’t like boys like me; ahhh but one girl (Sandra) did!

In my blog timeline my last post about Sandra at our little country getaway was in mid-September.  That little area would tend to become ours.

I guess affairs like a lot of things in life tend to settle down just like a marriage and you become “boring old cheating people.” :)

And so it was with she and I as we drifted into October and then onto and through the Winter.

Sandra and I tended to see each other every other week.  It seemed one week we would just meet for lunch at that little country inn or some other place in the area and the other week – well let’s just say that would be more blog-worthy.  Although really while I could write about the 3^rd, 4^th, 5^th time, etc. how many times can I write and say “she ripped off my clothes and said take me now – and so I took her and we traveled to mysterious worlds of passion in a galaxy far, far, away – yada, yada,…..!"  But we did get fairly comfortable with that little Motel 6 type place just off the highway but out in the country.


Sex was always good.  And I can't tell you how intoxicating it is to be with someone who can't wait to see you and who is completely in the moment with you.  Several times Sandra has mentioned "oh my friends would love to meet you but I'm keeping you to myself!"  Oh to be coveted, such delicious bliss!  Not only was it fun to perform for someone who truly enjoyed, but it was so satisfying to be with someone who wanted to perform for me!


Early on I felt compelled to write regularly via e-mail.  But I came to find that Sandra was not really into e-mail, IM'ing, chat'ing, etc.  She just enjoyed when we could be together.  So it was wonderful that we just saw each other when we could and had no expectations of one another.  Certainly there were times when we would have to cancel on one another but there was never any anger or jealously - just gladness when we were together.


At times as I began to read other blogs I started to wonder if something was wrong with me.  So often I read bloggers speak of the intense desire to be with one's lover and the ache at not being able to on a daily basis.  I have to admit I didn't feel that way and I'm quite sure Sandra didn't either.  I guess to borrow a Sex in the City term and I hope this doesn't sound crude, we were "sex buddies."  Providing a need for one another, sex, but also sharing friendship that didn't put one another in a box.  I guess that's not so bad.

Many times just meeting for lunch was in fact more enjoyable - I got the time to spend with a friend without any of the guilt or concern about potentially having to explain where I was for four hours in the afternoon if I wasn't in my office.  Thankfully, I have enough community involvement activities that I can always cash in as "a long meeting I had to attend away from the office," but I truly didn't ever want to have to play that card.

Yeah, a guy should be able to get used to this, shouldn't he!