Dear Southern Boys,
Where did you learn to be so cute with your accents?
How did you learn to be so charming and persuasive?
And where oh were did you get those abs?
Here’s the thing. I love you, don’t get me wrong, you’re so polite and you always hold open doors for me but this was my start over.
Colorado was supposed to be something new and exciting for me…… and while you are exciting and new, i also needed to come here to make some changes with my life.
I’m not sure that drinking whiskey with you at noon is a great change for me.
also, i’m not sure drinking beer with you until 7 is a great change for me
and i’m fairly certain drinking whiskey and ginger ale (not my favorite) during power outages for 4 or 5 hours is not a great change for me.
why are bad choices oh so fun? it really isn’t fair.
I need someone to firmly bitchslap me and tell me “Girl, you better check yourself before you wreck yourself”
In my mind this person is usually a big black lady or a really really femmy gay.
but i’m sure anyone would be acceptable….
God, now i’m addicted to ginger ale.
FUCK.
I have this theory that all boys from the south are put into hotness camp until they are 18 and then they are released into the world to break hearts all over.
it’s not silly….. think about it,
-they all have those accents
-abs abs abs
-the whole manners thing…. southern hospitality and all that
-they’re all ridiculously charming, and how do they all have beautiful smiles?
it makes sense.
so tell me beautiful southern boys…..
……. were you raised in a camp that made you absolutely irresistible?
yes?
that explains why i can’t stop thinking about you,
and it’s a little creepy.
love,
rach
