DIVINE LUNACY WANTS TO KNOW...

Good evening, my darlings. I hope your weekend was enjoyable. My old classmate and friend works for NASCAR. Apparently, his team did quite well at Talledaga. I believe he said they won. Well, what shall we chat about tonight. I know. Misunderstandings. Why do guys always asume that when a woman is flirting with him, she wants a relationship? Then they get all freaked out and stop communicating altogether. One of my old classmate's (not the same aforementioned classmate) that is on FB was sending me huge amounts of plants for MyFarm. I thought it was rather funny (and a little annoying; they were mostly coconut trees). It seemed that every Saturday or Sunday night, I would sign in and there would be all these coconut trees and a couple of animals thrown in for good measure. I decided to "get even" if you will. Not in a malicious way, but just some good old fashioned teasing. I looked on his profile to see where I could take my "revenge", and I noticed that he had a flair board with nothing posted on it. So I went to pieces of flair (one of my personal faves) and began to send him some funny and definately innocuous flairs. Nothing that could be misconstrued as a romantic gesture (I was very careful about that). Well, long story short...no coconut trees, no peach trees, and not a chicken in sight. He no longer sends me any thing. Then again, maybe I am the one jumping to conclusions. Maybe he isn't freaked out and just thinks I don't want him to send my anymore trees or animals. Which isn't true. (Of course, I could have assumed he was making advances to me. In some cultures giving farm animals and produce constitutes a courtship.) Bottom line is, I kind of miss signing in and seeing all the MyFarm requests. Oh well. I will just tend my little Tara, as I call my farm, without the aid of any Yankees. Well, my cherubs, it is time (past time) to go to bed. I'm trying to get to bed before 11pm and I would actually like to get to bed no latter than 9:30pm. So it's off to slumber, perchance to dream...sweet dreams... Viscountess Babbles On