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| The Cowboy Part Deux |
| 11.09.04 (12:23 pm) [edit] |
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So "The Cowboy" and I dated through the holidays but it began to fizzle because... of his work schedule left little time for our socializing, because what little time we had was spent arguing over 'doing it'. He found his own circle of friends and starting smoking a lot of pot. So, he was cast aside. I rarely saw him at school after that... But.. I do remember - I had a primo parking spot b/c I was a Sr. class officer. I came to school one morning and "The Cowboy" had parked his car in my ASSIGNED spot. I would have parked in his spot, but someone else's car was in it. So the campus security officer saw me and the situation. I parked in another spot. It's school rules to tow the car. I told him not to... So "The Cowboy's" car was towed. The next day, I go to my car after class, and he had painted on my windshield "bitch" and some other choice words. (Where was security when you needed them?) The Vice-Principal gave The Cowboy a week of detention and made him pay for my car to be washed. (Turns out "The Cowboy" had parked in my spot b/c he was running late for morning detention that day...LOL) Fast forward to our Senior Prom. I went with Mr. Univ. Of Miami. I saw "The Cowboy" there. And, I almost choked when I saw his date. It's called "Irony." I remember when we had first started going out and he saw a girl, we'll call "K". Now I never knew "K" very well because she was VERY into soccer and, well, let's just say that most people thought "K" was a boy. She dressed like it and acted like it. And, not a very attractive person. At all. (But, she seemed nice - I just didn't interface with her - ever.) So "The Cowboy" is walking across the parking lot with me and sees "K" and asks "What was that?" He went on and on about how ugly she was and didn't know how to be a girl, etc. So, you know what's coming... "The Cowboy's" prom date was "K". And, poor girl wore a Pepto-Bismal Pink taffeta hoop-skirt dress with flowers and bows and ruffles all over the place. It was a major "What the hell were you thinking???" And that's the end of my experience with Cowboys. |
posted by: islandArtist (reply)
post date: 11.10.04 (11:28 am)
OMG your stories are so fricken funny.
LOL!!
I used to live in Alberta (Canada's version of Texas) and somehow I still got away without having dated a cowboy- THANK GOD!
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 11.11.04 (2:59 am)
Reply to: islandArtist
I just like to have a wide variety of dating specimens. Figure out what I do/not like.
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