Sweet Dreams...

I hadn't be thinking about Ginger Redman since my last blog. Busy at work, busy at home. This morning the sunlight crept in left a little sweet dream upon my pillow. Waking up was so hard to do.

It's funny...

but no, it's not.

How many of you are in here with me?

I've been hiding in here so long, that I have managed to fill my life with things instead of relationships.

I yearn to escape...

I wonder if I will ever have the courage.

You know something...

it must be almost five years since I have had an encounter with Ginger Redman.

I wonder if I am a stalker...
No.
I don't know where she lives,
or works,
or even goes to church.

I used to know, but I have no idea if she is still there.
Could be,
right there in my own backyard.

You know something...

I think it's the idea of Ginger Redman. Now don't get me wrong, if I thought there was any sort of chance, I would so go for it, but really...

I love the daydreams. I suppose it is natural to pull a past crush from a memory when these feelings come around, put a face in these dreams.
I just can't seem to shake her off my mind these days.

I suppose, that is why I am here today...

Redheads

There is this woman at work...
Yea, another one.

She is older.

...and she is SMOKIN' HOT!
Okay, I don't mean to be so crude.
She is really attractive. Seriously. Really attractive.
(Smokin...)

Dream

I used to like that song by the Everly Brothers. NO, I am not that old, but I still liked it. That is how I feel many a day.

So I had this dream the other morning. About a co-worker. She's a bit skinny. She amuses me. I think she's a little crazy. Well, maybe not crazy, in an unbalanced way, just a little neurotic. LOL. I suppose I am being unkind, but it is what amuses me. I also think she may be snob. That, I find amusing as well. I wonder if these are the qualities that make her hot?
...and NO! You perverts, I am not going to tell you about the dream (but it did involve a shower).

How long can one carry a torch?

Well, really. How long can one carry a torch?
I mean .. it's not an everyday thing... you know.
There may be months when I'm floating along,
riding the rhythm of lifes waves.
Not hint of thought or a yearning.
Then suddenly,
in wee hours of the morning,
on that cloud just before waking,
a small tremble desire
will enter my dreams
and cast sweet emotions.
The dawn brings
such disappoinment.

GR

in the beginning...I was gay (and I don't mean happy)

I wonder if I always knew. I think always I did. I just didn't know what is was. Realization was slow coming. Most others knew (I expect). I come from the town of Dontawlkabuttit. Yea.... so we still don't. It's a lonely view.

But it's true. I am in love with Ginger Redman.