I met a very handsome 33 yo cowboy in public with his extremely adorable 4 year old. Mr. Cowboy was very smooth and actually talked me out of my number. I was tempted to give him my special hotline. (940) 627-5546 (Go ahead and call it...I know you're tempted.) But I decided to take a chance and give him my real number.
Looks: Pretty, pretty good. (Mr. Cowboy's jeans makes his rear look mighty nice.)
Brains: Eh. Not quite up to my standards....my brains are pretty big...and I realize that makes it hard to keep up.
Personality: Outgoing...very.
Special Attribute: Amazing dancer....he has rhythm.
Date: First we went dancing at Billy Bob's, which was pretty fun. The next morning he picked me up to go feed cows (his job as a ranch hand), which I giggled at...in a poking fun at him kind of way for referring to it as "relaxing". A friend referred to it as the same. I went, had a good time, a few laughs, and realized driving down a dirt county road in silence, that I enjoyed the country and appreciated the experience. The baby calves were very very very cute. It's a shame they grow up to be.....well, fat, not cute and sold to a slaughter house. Made my heart sad. Do they know their fate? I also learned quite a bit.
Now for some reason, I might be a little worn out by Mr. Cowboy. He does a lot of texting, calling but no computer'in. He doesn't have a computer and for that matter no internet. Gasp. I fear this may not go further. How does one live without a computer? I just can't imagine that in this day and age.
Stay tuned for Mr. Next.
Mood: Searching.
Looks: Pretty, pretty good. (Mr. Cowboy's jeans makes his rear look mighty nice.)
Brains: Eh. Not quite up to my standards....my brains are pretty big...and I realize that makes it hard to keep up.
Personality: Outgoing...very.
Special Attribute: Amazing dancer....he has rhythm.
Date: First we went dancing at Billy Bob's, which was pretty fun. The next morning he picked me up to go feed cows (his job as a ranch hand), which I giggled at...in a poking fun at him kind of way for referring to it as "relaxing". A friend referred to it as the same. I went, had a good time, a few laughs, and realized driving down a dirt county road in silence, that I enjoyed the country and appreciated the experience. The baby calves were very very very cute. It's a shame they grow up to be.....well, fat, not cute and sold to a slaughter house. Made my heart sad. Do they know their fate? I also learned quite a bit.
Now for some reason, I might be a little worn out by Mr. Cowboy. He does a lot of texting, calling but no computer'in. He doesn't have a computer and for that matter no internet. Gasp. I fear this may not go further. How does one live without a computer? I just can't imagine that in this day and age.
Stay tuned for Mr. Next.
Mood: Searching.
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No computer?
No dice.
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