Behaving Like Winged Creatures

In a minute it will be August. Like clock work, in August, mating season comes upon me. I've always joked that I'm not far removed from less civilized members of the animal kingdom, pheremones at full capacity, walking around spraying trees. Not really but...

My plumage is up, though it's the male birds that typically spread their more colorful feathers. I'm definitely no female bird, in shades of lackluster, dusty brown, hoping for a proper suitor to help me fill a nest with eggs.

This party can be wild and because of this, I try to keep it contained and uphold rules for myself. I knew it was almost time as I responded in kind to a toothy grin that came as a part of full swag package. The return smile was kept to a knowing smirk and a silent prayer that I didn't find myself with an opportunity to talk to this dude away from the crowd. I knew how it was going down if that happened, and the poor baby just had no idea. And because of how powerful my mind is, I know that in the near future I will run into this man again and be tested. Hopefully by then the annual Lust Festival will have left town and moved on to the next she-devil in waiting.

I'm having a moment of silence for us both now. I know how ridiculous I can be.

Sequestering myself til this time passes,theoretically of course. When I press the release button...

Watch me move.