I like cowboy hats.

Whether the hat is silver with a respected blue star
or just creased and tall enough to be seen from afar.

It doesn’t have to be a Stetson – please do know
It works for me if it’s good for the rodeo show.

I like boots.

I admire heavy starch on the denim – increasingly sharp
topped by a pair of firm tipped boots known for kicking arse.

I love Dallas.

I like that city that is kindred to mine. I give it a lot of metropolitan love.
I’m from the last two letters in the tri-abbreviation that is: DF-Dub

D stands for Dallas, F stands for Fort and Worth extends the W.
The metropolis is filled with a whole lot of love, but you can find trouble too.

Oooo.

I love Cowboys.

I never thought of myself as being country, but I now I surely know,
I’ll forever love a cowboy – no matter where I go,

because he is the one who embodies all of things that I like.
Ladies: Losing faith in men? A cowboy will do you right!

Hop on one tonight
and enjoy the chivalrous ride.

PS. He doesn’t have to rock the hat, but the boots are a must.
I’m Qui
shooting-the-bull with thee;  in a good time – do I trust.

Happy Weekend baby!
Two-step.