The other day I got an email from a friend in the D.C. He was asking if I'd kissed any cowboys..to which I had to sadly say no. No I have not kissed any cowboys. And then I made some silly joke about the Cowboys...as in football...as in hook up so I can get mah bills paid! Um yep...that's totally my style - hooking up with rich folk to pay my bills!
But actually, I've been thinking about the real variety of cowboys, expecially since I went to see the PBR - that's the Profession Bull Riders. Yup. It's official. I've given up all my high school morals, all I held dear and true, and I went to the rodeo. The R.O.D.E.O. Yours truly...moi! At a professional event, none-the-less.
You see in junior high/high school, I got this idea into my mind that rodeos were nothing but cruel to the animals and how dare they and how totally socially unacceptable and irresponsible of those cowboys...to treat an animal in such a way. Well, I learned something, let me tell you. And it is irresponsible, that is fur sure! But not because it's cruel to an animal.
Who gets on the back of a 1,000 pound beast, and an angry beast at that, and tries to hold on for eight seconds, I ask you? Eight seconds, you might scoff. Big deal. Oh that's what I thought. Now I'm not going to lie. I've been to a rodeo in my day, morals and all that nonsuch. But I didn't pay attention. Let's be honest, I just didn't care for rodeos. It had not one thing to do with my morals. Anyways, so back to eight seconds. Eight seconds is super long when it comes to getting on the back of a ginormous beast that is bucking around all angry like and snorting and throwing its horns around. Speaking of irresponsible...
So there I was, sitting in the Cowboy's stadium - poetic, isn't it? And I was watching those cowboys (not the footballing type) getting on the backs of those 1,000 pound beasts. And believe you me, I was cheering them on for all I was worth, hoping that they would stay on and not get bucked off before their eight seconds were up. Those types of cowboys might have a thing or two to say to the footballing sort about what's what when it comes to toughness. And boy-howdy was it exciting!
Now don't you fret and don't you worry. I'm not about to go falling in love with that sort of cowboy. Because well, it really isn't my scene. I mean, I'm a big fan now. But I'm hardly the type of girl to go chasing after a bull rider. Hmmm...but maybe not one of those rodeo types but still one that wears a cowboy hat once in a while and says "ma'am" and likes to ride his horse. Maybe, just maybe one of those will do.
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