NAUGHTYLIBRARIAN's blog: "Mayberry life"

Where to begin . Hmm, well lets start with day one 

I had moved to a small town after dealing the rat race of city life . Retired and thinking its time to relax . Day one . Every person in town had to come by my place but not a one stopped in to say Hi. It seems I was the new topic in town . I moved to a ranch . Out on the outskirts of town . Every day they drove by and lookkkkkkkkkkkkkked . Im surprised some of them didnt break their necks twisting it so much . Pretty soon I had to go into town. First thing I noticed . I was getting looks . The cashier was a young girl . She had asked where I was from etc. Soon everyone knew. 

Second day 

Living in Florida no one paid attention to your religion . In Southern TN oh boy . First of all I am a Catholic . That was a mark against me . However, they offered a chance to be saved . By going to Bible classes and being reborn . UHHHH. I pass . 

Third Day

Wearing my normal clothes I was given the look again. I had on a low cut top , ripped blue jeans and six inch knee length boots . Bad idea in that area. The women were running from me . Guess I was the devil in six inch heels . The men did double takes and a few well lets say they were slapped . I was told by the local ladies it was inappropriate . Uh for whom. I wont change my attire for anyone . As a matter of fact I wore a vampire erotica shirt the next day  

Fourth day 

They found out about my past jobs . I was now a curiosity . 

Fifth day 

When you roll into town in biker attire and on a 2006 lowered black nightrain you get lookssssssss. When you ride with a group of women for a breast cancer ride in nothing but thigh high boots, booty shorts and a corset you definitely get the looks . But when they found out the ride funded free breast exams . Oh well . That was different . 

Sixth day 

I like running trails and enjoy it . That was a odd thing I guess. But I kept doing it . Raising horses and buffalo definitely odd since I was single . Going to the gun range and shooting gave me a new spot in the life of this town . I was now known as the bad ass who could shoot . Oddly , a few elderly women decided to be my friends . We still talk . They love the idea I dont give a flying fuck what others think. I am fifty years old and have been through alot . Too old to change and not going to for anyone . 

 When you move to a new place . Never try to change to fit in . Be yourself and they will either accept you or not . 

It was odd when I got sick . They kept a distance but a few said they prayed for me . But the elderly group of women I knew came every day and laughed with me . They told me they all survived breast cancer and had all been widowed . Just like me . 

A sister hood of women formed that day . I feel blessed for having known them . I think they came into my life when I needed to know I could do this and I wouldnt be alone in my fight