The Conclusion

"I tried to be mad at you but I just kept thinking of that sweet smile"...

And we both agree that a) we like each other quite a bit  b) our relationship is going at a little too much of a break neck pace that freaks us both out and c) I owe him one for last Sunday

Also, I agree to shoot things.


Now, I grew up in the country but I'm not "Cun-tree". I was raised by transplanted bourgeois, socialist, city folk on a measly 3 acres. Yes, I will blast country once I hit the Sonoma County border and I will drive too fast on windy country roads and swear at tourists, but I do it all in my Toyota Corolla with a peace sign and a Gandhi bumper sticker. Guns... not so much my thing. In fact, I had never shot a gun before today. Unsurprisingly, I am not very skilled. I am determined to fucking figure it out though. If backwards ass real hicks can do it, I can do it.

In case you're concerned about me being too far gone... don't be. We went wine tasting and sang along to the Decemberists. Also there was hitting golf balls with the shooting. It was a weird day of combining country and yuppiness. By which, I mean, pretty damn awesome.

I'd be lying if I didn't say I'm still somewhat mortified by last weekend though.