On my way home from work today, I stopped at the Allsups on the east end of Friona for a drink. Pulled up and saw a redhead in a black top and olive green yoga pants getting out of her SUV to walk in. She was probably at least 7 months pregnant. Pregnancy turns me on a LOT. Not interested in kids of my own rn, but I would love to have a lover who was pregnant. Anyway, enough context. Went in, got my drink, and walked around to the back and started looking at the chips because that's where she and her friend were. Confession: I wasn't looking at the chips. I was checking out how those yoga pants were buried in her crack. I was checking out how her belly button was a big old outie. I was thinking about undoing her red ponytail and holding onto it by the roots while having her on all fours.

I'm standing there perving out behind my sunglasses and her friend walks in front of me. Whatever. Lol, not to her. "Were you born in a barn?! I'm sorry, she walked in front you. She's terrible."

I grin, "it's all good, they don't have what I'm looking for anyway." I'm looking for you, hot stuff. You're pregnant and hot af. Unfortunately, it was a long day. Work was a bitch, I didn't get enough sleep last night, blah blah, excuses, excuses. The opportunity was there and I blew it. Anyway, maybe I'll see her around town. I'll have to give it a better shot. Maybe she'll see this. If you are her and you are reading this, you should respond. Tell me where in town your friend incorrectly thought y'all were going for drinks. Tell me how many months along you are. Let's talk. I want you.