Basking in the Limelight

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I captured this lovely piece of nature/art in my garden last summer.  Speaking of art, one of the new cuties who's at the top-of-my-list is an artist, very talented.  And he's only 3 years younger than me--SHOCKING.  I read online that Tina Fey made a joke about how George Clooney would rather float away in outer space than date someone his own age.  I hear ya on that one, George.  But at least in Hollywood Georgy-boy could date GOOD looking women his own age.

Not the case here in the land of rally shirts, monster trucks, Nascar and cammo caps, Carhart jackets and Cabella's.  But somehow this hip artist found me, and he's absolutely adorable, dresses sharp, nice hair, and besides being an artist, actually has a good job in Wyoming.  We're kind of crushin' on each other.

And there's this ripped, educated, oil-rig worker, who looks like a tall version of Tom Cruise in Wyoming, who practically pleaded for my phone number.  Really? 

Then there's yet another good looking guy, gasp, HERE in Deadwood who's sniffing around me.  Educated, Paul Newman heart-stopping eyes.  What gives? 

I'm bemused.

I'll enjoy the limelight.  Who knows how long it'll last before the Fuglies come back, scuttling around like cock-roaches when you flip a light switch. 

Stay tuned.