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| The Cowboy |
| 11.09.04 (9:02 am) [edit] |
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Krazed posted a rather amusing picture of some 'cowboys', which reminded me of "The Cowboy" from my senior year in high school. *****doodoodooo doodooo doo dooo***** For those of you old enough - picture Wayne's World doing a blashback with the hands - you know what I mean... End of the 80's. If you have seen "Election" - I dressed pretty much like Tracy Flick. In fact, I was pretty much Tracy Flick. I was an officer in about every club possible, honor-roll goody-goody by day. (Note, I said "by day") My mom traveled 40 weeks out of the year, so I was sort of known for having 'social gatherings' quite frequently. However - I never drank myself and I was quite particular of who was deemed access to my fiestas. I had been 'going with' a guy from the Univ. Of Miami since my sophmore year, and I was uber-faithful. Didn't date anyone. Until the cowboy showed up... He was like he was from a foreign land. (Texas) He spoke with the most amazing accent. (I didn't realize until months later that "San Antone" was actually "San Antonio". He wore a cowboy hat and boots to school and his ass made all the girls (and some of the boys) weep. Now, being in Senior Cabinet, I felt it was my "duty" to show him the ropes. He was sweet, shy, quiet. I brought him into 'the inner circle' socially. We'd go on dates to football games together, senior events, etc. We were known as 'a couple'... You know when you automatically assume you'll be doing things together on weekends, that sort of thing? After 2 1/2 months of dating, he asked me to Homecoming. Of course I said yes... Now, I was rather confused about what the deal was with us because, he had NEVER EVER even laid a smooch on me. I flirted a lot (as is my nature) and he flirted back but he had never gone in for a kiss. (Properly-bred Southern girl that I am, I never initiate the first kiss...) So we go to the dance. I don't even recall doing any dancing - it was more social than anything else. Party moves to my place. Small gathering - maybe 4 couples. Everyone else has kinda gone off into their own corners, etc. He starts tickling me. Then he goes in for the kiss. (FINALLY!) Then he says.... "Well, are we gonna do it or what?" Insert hysterical laughing here. I said no. He got huffy and left. More on the rest of our 'relationship' in a bit. |
posted by: linda (reply)
post date: 11.09.04 (7:00 am)
this is like watching a soap opera! you left me hainging...so finish the story!!!
posted by: sweetstuff (reply)
post date: 11.09.04 (8:56 am)
Don't leave us hangin! Waiting for the second installment...!
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 11.09.04 (9:24 am)
Reply to: sweetstuff
Just posted it...
by Redonthehead