Karl's Barn Dance, Erectile Dysfunction and Other Mysteries

The barn dance was hilarious. It was like going to a big wedding reception in the middle of a small, rural town. It was an All Ages event and I have to say ALL AGES were definitly there. As I spun around like a crazy girl, I saw every imaginable type and age of person. On the right we had the very, extremely old seniors of the community and on my left, several young families dancing about with their infants. There were the sullen teenagers who were obviously finding this all sooooooo uncool and the middle aged parents who mostly ran around looking stressed and were probably in charge of keeping the event running. There was the obvious Pender hippie crowd with their tie-dyed everything and long beards and laid back smiles. I even saw a few young, hip, urban couples who I guess were just on the island for the weekend and thought they might check this 'barn dance' thing out. It was bizarre. It was a hoot. Mostly, It was a memory in the making.

Last night, I went to Eric's camp site and hungrily ate up all the feels, smells, sights and sounds of camping. The weather remains ideal and last night was filled with eating smokies and roasting marshmellows, hot tubbing at Poet's Cove and getting all toasty by an evening fire while looking at the stars and talking about...what else??...sex. We talked about attraction and psychology and the pressure young men feel to have rock hard erections all the time. We talked about what constitutes 'good' sex and 'bad' sex and why it seems everyone's sex life ebbs and flows. We talked about our broken hearts and wondered out loud if either one of us will ever have sex again. Then, silently, I saw us both go to that forbidden place in our heads, where we can't help but wonder if our exes were having sex, just not with us. We talked and talked and even sat in silence and the fire roared and my clothes soaked in the wood smoke smell and when I lay my head down on the pillow at midnight I fell into a very heavy, dense sleep. It was good. Thank God for my friends.

Of course, with all that talk, I had wierd, twisted sex dreams about Jordan and so I feel very strange this morning. Jeezuz. Ah well, holiday Monday and after working this morning I am off to Victoria which I always enjoy visiting. Looks like my brother may be trying to fly me to Calgary from the 13th - 18th as it seems I am going to have a stretch of days off. If that happens, I will immediately be back at Pender on the 19th and here until the end of the month. Busy month. Which is a good thing. Keeps me moving forward instead of devising ways that I might wrap myself in a parcel naked and deliver myself to Jo's apartment with a big LOVE ME! banner strapped to my chest...or thinking up ploys to fall into some harmless, but seemingly serious, coma that would inspire him to rush to my side at the hospital where he would come to his senses, shake me out of my coma, ask me to marry him and we would live happily every after on a gulf island napping in hammocks and growing joyfully old together.

See, I told you it's good that I'm busy.