Island life

There are days when I love Island life, and others when I don't. I was speaking to a guy tonight ( at a mutual friend's house) And we were teasing (?) about the stuffed snake that I fixed for the little kids. When I can, I drag it out and throw it at the guy. (There's just so many jokes people can make about a three foot long, purple-headed, one-eyed snake.) It's been two years since I've had much to do with a guy - on a one on one basis - and the one I was talking to tonight isn't even on my list. But we bantered, and I don't know what it narrows down to anymore. We didn't cross any lines, and I'm pretty sure I'm not high on his "ladder theory" either...but a make-out session wouldn't have been necessarily a bad thing. But right now, he reminds me of when I first met Brad. We just always hung out at a friend's house, and later on we eventually tried something. Dunno if I want to try that again, either. One thing I want to hold onto on this island yet, made the guy laugh. I want to keep my reputation of not having a rep. Okay, somebody might have seen me picking my nose in my truck the other day, but that's about it. With the exception of R. and M., I still wish I was born at least four years later than I was. I don't know why the reputation thing is that big, I guess I don't want to disappoint my uncle.