I would like a cowboy for Christmas, please. Yes, a cowboy.
We went to the fair this weekend and that was when I decided that I wanted one. After watching the draft horse show, I studied each and every man that walked by under the age of 25. Something about those ironed jeans with a crisp line, leading down to the weathered boots made me wish for a cowboy. Now, I'm obsessed. I have to have one. And, those forearms..... Oh, those sinewy forearms just about made me melt. Of course, it could've been the heat, but I seriously think that it was the forearms that did me in.
Now, I'm not planning on running away with my cowboy. But, if he asked me to, it would be very hard to say no. I just want to hang out with one and his fabulous forearms for a little while. Nothing too serious. I can date when I'm sixteen. Be prepared, cowboys everywhere, because here I come.
I just want one. I want a cowboy, and I want one baaaddddd....
P.S. I wish I had some cowboy boots I could take a picture of for this post, but I don't. I'm gonna ask for some for Christmas. That way I'll look authentic when I catch my cowboy.
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