"Don't you think you could be my one and only?"

For those of you who don't know, I have a tendency to develop small obsessions with certain celebrities. Case in point...Hayes Carll. We went to see him play on Friday night in Ft. Worth and it was awesome...probably not as awesome as the other 2 times I've seen him, but close enough. My plan for the evening was to convince Hayes that I was the woman for him. I mean we have so much in common...he lived in and sang about LR and that's where I live now, he has a song about Beaumont and I've been to...Sourlake, he has a music festival at Crystal Beach and I used to summer in Port Aransas. Aren't we perfect for each other?? So at the show my brother and the reverend tried to come up with excuses for why I would need to ride with Hayes to Little Rock the next day (he was playing a gig there on Saturday...coincidence? I think not...). The boys thought of some good ones but it obviously didn't work out since I found myself at IHOP at 2 a.m. with two married couples, my cousin and an internet-ordained minister. Anyway, I did get a picture and although you may not see it in his eyes...I do believe that Hayes is smitten with me.


I showed this picture to my friend Amy who was lucky enough to attend the Little Rock show and she said that he wore that exact same shirt when he played on Saturday. Now...if that's not a cry for help, I don't know what is. He needs a stylist and that stylist could be me! Or he at least needs a woman to pick out clean shirts for him and that woman could be me! Amy's other comment was "I bet he smelled bad" and my response was "no...he spelled kind of like pot mixed with whiskey, but in a good way." Now that's love.