I met this crazy bull rider one day in a watering hole called Manhattan’s. Crazy thing was, I didn’t even want to be there but my friend talked me into going at the last minute. As I found out later, he didn’t want to be there either, it didn’t have his favorite pastime-foosball. He was almost as good at that as playing pool as I soon found out.
As we eyeballed each other across the room, me thinking he looked kinda like someone I used to know and him thinking he just wanted to ask me to dance or something, finally came the moment when he and his buddy approached our table. My friend and I giggled and said sure we’d dance and off we went. I wish I could say the night went as well for her as it did me, but I’d be lying.
The dance was short and soon we were outside in the parking lot admiring each other’s cars-I was proud of my ride at the time, a Mercury Capris, and he had a small truck he was pretty happy with. The real deal was, we were checking each other out a little bit and the premise was that he was going to give me his digits that were located on his business card.
Next thing I know, he has me in his arms, asking me if I’m as sick of playing “games” as he is. I agreed I was done, and as we kissed, I knew this one was going to be different. We were leaning against my car at the time and I was so proud that it was a cool one. Black with a red pin stripe, my two favorite colors. He made me feel safe and warm and I had no qualms asking him back to my place.
I reserve the right to withhold the details, just know that was thirty one years ago. We’ve had good times and bad, raised two children and had many adventures along the way. I wouldn’t change it for anything and I love him just as much today as I did the day we met. I tell you what though, if you would have told me 31 years ago that I’d have fallen for a cowboy, I’d have said you’re crazy. I’m a rocker and he’s more of the easy listening kind of guy. We have so much in common and love each other’s company that none of that matters.
So there you have it, the short version of our Texas love story. And to think, the song that was our first dance was “You’ve Lost That Lovin Feeling”. Never gonna happen. 😍