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I love cowboys…least the lure of cowboys. Living in Cincinnati we don’t have all that many, like none, so I have to kind of go with TV and books and movies and a lot of imagination.

I think it’s the cowboy testosterone surge that does it. All those muscles, the rugged shirts and jeans…always the snuggy jeans that show off the package front and back. And the not-so-shaven look. A little dangerous and always mysterious and capable. I hate whiney heroes…and heroines too for that matter. Cowboys are so not whiney.

And they have a horse and a dog. You get the hunky guy and they have pets, big pets not dog-in-the-purse pets. Hunky guys get hunky animals.

And to me they are honorable and true and trustworthy and they know how to save the day and aren’t afraid to jump into the mess. The cowboys that are older are even better because they’re tried and true.

I love that country/western song I’m Not As Good As I Once Was But Good Once As I Ever Was. Great song and fine story as country/western songs always have a story.

And then there’s Garth’s song about Blame It All On My Roots when I showed up in boots and ruined your black tie affair. What a great picture of a cowboy that paints. Love it. I want to write a story with that scene in it. What a scene.

So, my question to you is, do you love cowboys too? What’s the draw for you? Or…aren’t you into cowboys. Some who know a few cowboys say I see them through rose-colored glasses and they aren’t all that I think. Well, I think I’ll keep the glasses and love the cowboy.

I’ll give away two Hot and Bothered mugs from the comments.

Hugs,
Dianne Castell
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