The Mesh of a sirens song.

Armitage Siren

Sometimes it's not about the money.
Sometimes it is about the quality of a man.

Every person has bad and good qualities. And sometimes it's about whether two people can mesh and make it work in the bad times. For the last three months, maybe more I have had this man pursuing me that is not Nick.

I have had a large amount of pressure placed on me, about what and who might be better for me. I have done some thinking and today I'm being honest with myself about what and who I want in my life.

Nick is a drinker. Nick is young. But he is a good man. He does not come with a lot of money and he sorely tries my patience sometimes. But we mesh well. He loves to have fun, he makes me laugh my ass off. He loves to eat good food. He likes to cook, garden, read. He is smart and educated. He is thrilled to watch a Disney movie. He is watching Downton Abbey with me. I just like the guy.
Actually I love the guy.

So when there is pressure about "this so called better man for me" from the locals. Is it really true? How does anybody else know what is really best for me, besides me.

Today I changed my haircolor, to a deep brown red... Have you ever had the experience of or heard the term a sirens calling.. siren song? The term "siren song" refers to an appeal that is hard to resist but that, if heeded, will lead to a bad conclusion. Well this evening I walked downtown to get the mail and Nick was at the Pasttime so I stopped in and said hi. He was happy to see me. Everybody was happy to see me. He had to make some phone calls and stepped outside, I had a package to deliver and stepped outside as well and mentioned that I was going to deliver it. I walked up to the Eagles and the person that I was going to deliver the package to happened to be driving down the street. I handed him the package and he drove along side me as I walked. Flirting. Suddenly from behind me there is another man hollering at me and following me. Flirting. I walk back to Nick and have all these men following me. Is it the change in hair color? 

Back into the bar and it is suddenly a gaggle of men, trying to grab my attention. I blush and become flustered as everybody makes comments about the men following me as well.  Tonight, thinking back on it, reflecting on it I think of the term siren, I don't care much for the "bad end" part of it, so I also think about other ways to follow..dogs chasing a scent and bee's to honey. 

But in all honesty what made these men follow and pursue me so blatantly when I'm taken?

Nick left with me and he is the one I want to follow me.