I just wanted to get away for a while. You know, go up to the family cabin, have some fun. Take it easy. Avoid the stress of college and the city.
I thought maybe a break from men would be a good idea too, because I’d been going a bit crazy lately. So, if Kesha can admit she boy crazy, I can too. But then, I’m more man crazy, I suppose.
My marks weren’t suffering just yet, but they might, and I didn’t want to be one of those burnouts that spent their whole time at college partying and not getting a solid education. Then getting out with no skills and no plan.
I’m not judging – party all you want, burn out if you want. But I need to have a plan for after the party. Maybe I’m just practical that way.
Of course, my plans, as it turned out, were going to mostly upended. I wasn’t going to get a much from men, which is fine. Well, more than fine. A bunch of hot daddies showed up. We had a LOT of fun together – so at least I’m not feeling stressed anymore.
Then my dad showed up and my brother and his friend, Alex and it got kind of crazy – but in a good way. Met Butch, our, well butch neighbor, and a group of army guys “roughing” it in the woods. Who roughed us up in the best possible ways.
All in all, it did take my mind off things, and I got a lot of exercise to boot!
But of course, nothing comes without complications, right? So, on the way home, I found myself getting stranded. I never considered picking up a hitchhiker letting alone being one. But suddenly I found myself stranded in the middle of nowhere with no cell reception.
I’m gonna say, right now, it isn’t safe. I know it, and you know it. But sometimes, well, you find yourself in situations, right?
They say necessity is the mother of invention, and I’m going to add that desperation is the father of… uhm… Oh I don’t know. I never said I was smart, just practical.
Anyway, I got a ride from a trucker, and then I got ridden by a whole bunch of guys, mostly truckers, but other guys as well. Some husbands and some sons.
But of course, Gerry, the truck driver who gave me the hand and his friend, a sexy hitchhiker who I had passed on the road (thanks Karma) but who apparently didn’t hold that against me – he did hold something against me, though. They had to move on, and I got left at a truck stop. I’m what the trucker’s call a 3 legged beaver, apparently.
But anyway, that’s where I’m at.
So, let’s find out if I make it home in once piece or not, shall we?
