Midwestern Monologues: Iowa

This past weekend, that cute boy (Brian) packed up that sweet huskey (Sierra) and that crazy girl (me) and we hauled our way to his alma mater and homestead, (you guessed it) IOWA!

We tailgated. Go Hawkeyes!

We toured the University of Iowa where he studied Finance.

We hit the Halloween bar scene with his high school and college buddies.

We hung out with his dad (whom I've met and the introduction is quite the story!)

And I met his mom - for the first time. Eek! Which also happens to be a bit of a story teller. One day, I will master the art of meeting the parents. One day, I'll share the humiliating stories with you.

And oh! We snuggled. He and I aren't cuddlers. SLEEP IS SACRED and on the rare nights that we end up sleeping under the same roof, we really do try to catch some solid zzz's. But in Iowa, where cornfields go as far as the eye can see, where Hawkeyes rule, and where it is way colder than it is in KC, I was a teaspoon, he was a tablespoon, and we fell soundly asleep, nice and warm, in the silverware drawer.

(Author's note: getting that boy to say OK to using his photo was a doozy! And he never really said yes...hence the smaller formatting; maybe you won't be able to see him as well. So, everyone, zoom in on your browser!! He's cute. Haha!)

Hi, I'm Cindy.  I live in Kansas City and date often (eh..)  regularly sometimes. I date. I dated a guy once that lived in the Northeast. He described Kansas City as utterly Midwestern. His description of the women here? Farm fresh and corn fed. I hate to admit it, but that sums me up in 4 words and an ampersand. Yes, yes, I am a personality girl whose verbosity and crazy antics sometimes gets the best of her. Yet, it always makes for a damn good time. (well…)  

love, love,

cin