On The Hunt

Sam here....


I want a man. But I'm not looking. I'm going to smile, be nice, talk, be myself and see what happens. There's a whack of desperation off changing who you are, just so someone will like you. I feel free since I'm had that epiphany.

It's lashing rain here. I mean lashing. It's a night for cider, pizza and good friends.

I'm working on something interesting. But its not written words. You'll see soon enough.

Happy belated 4th of July to my American readers!