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Today
I thought it would be fun to share one of my encounters with a cowboy,
and without being a total buzz kill dispel some myths.
I
have lived in the South all my life and love to read Western romances. I
guess my conversation with my hubs one day, driving through the
country, says it all:
Hubs: "I just don't understand your obsession with cowboys."
Me: *Ponders* "Well, I would never cut it as a rancher's wife, that's for sure."
Hubs: *Snorts*
Me:
"I think it's about the way of life. Cowboys take their time, are
honorable, and work their asses off. Which just so happens to make them
look rugged and sexy.
Hubs: *Rolls eyes upward* "Yeah, okay."
Me: "In reality I don't want to deal with the horse shit they drag in and wear or smell their B.O. mixed with manure."
Hubs: *Gives a little grin and nods somberly*
Me: "Oh! I love this song!" *Turns up a country tune on the radio*
I
am sure somewhere there exists a hairless, heavily muscled, pretty boy
cowboy just waiting to lasso a little lady up, so don't go callin' me
cynical here. But, if one would only go to a movie rental place in my
small town, they would most likely prefer reading about that sexy cowboy
hero in a romance than trying to make it out of the rental place with
their favorite movie. Hubs and my first night in our new house went
something like this:
Me: "Hey! We should rent a movie now that we are settled in."
Hubs: "Sure. I think there's a place I saw down the road. Let's go."
We drive to the rental place and pull into a parking spot, smiling.
Me: "This was a great idea!"
Hubs and I hop out of the truck and walk through the door.
Me: "Oh.Dear.Gawd." *I stop mid stride and look and hubs with a grimace. His smile fades and he follows my eyes.*
Hubs: *A deep chuckle escapes* "Is that a sweater?" he whispers discreetly.
At
the checkout counter, paying for his movie, was a big man rocking his
beer belly, unfazed by the obscene amount of hair he was showing off in
public. No shirt in sight. No, that wasn't a shirt. It was a sweater of
hair. Welcome to the jungle. He had on jeans and work boots, covered in
who knows what. He was obviously a hard worker and chose to spend $5 on a
movie instead of spending his hard earned dough on a shirt. Bless his
heart.
Hubs: "Quit staring." *Gives me a sharp jab to the ribs*
Me: "I never thought I would have culture shock after being a Southern girl my whole life."
Hubs: "We live here now. This should be fun. Pick out a movie and let's get the hell out of here."
Me: *Picks first movie I see and slaps it to hubs chest.*
Furry
sweater guy smiles through his bushy beard and rumbles a low thank you
sir to the video associate for his help. He waves to us and gives a
courteous nod before he goes out the door and we smile and wave back.
Me: "Nice guy."
Hubs: *Gives me a sideways glance*
After
paying for our rental, we follow friendly furry fellow out and part
ways, driving into the sunset in our truck. I didn't notice how the
hairy dude left, he just sort of...........disappeared. Like Big Foot.
So,
have you ever assumed something only to be proven wrong? If so, please
share in the comments section and join in on the discussion!
