My Life The Past Weeks!

I know most of the posts on my blog are about beauty products but this is a post about my life. Okay, so... I am a complete country girl! I love dirt, tractors, and horses! When it comes to guys, being a country girl means I like country guys. You know, the ones with belt buckles, boots, and ball caps ;) Well I have a chance with a country guy like that, but I'm not sure if I want to take it, because he is pretty darn awkward. I’ll explain. It's pretty cliché how we met. If you can figure, my story starts at a rodeo. This is a long story, so get comfy, and grab some popcorn. Wait! Scratch the popcorn, because you might be choking on it from laughing so hard by the end if this story. Well I had decided to go to a rodeo with my best friend, Ann, one evening. For a while it was boots, dust, and good- ol country stuff. Sounds like a fun night, right? Wrong.

Well, to beat around the bush it was fun until everything happened at once. Ann and I got stuck in the parking lot because her poor truck wouldn't start. Thankfully a couple of country boys offered to help us. They jumped our truck and we were off to the races. To make sure we got "home safe" ;) they asked for our numbers. So, we made it home that night and didn't realize that was not the last of our adventures, nor the last we had seen of them… Sure, this guy, Dan, texted me a little. But MAN was he awkward! I swear he wouldn't know how to have a normal, social conversation with any girl in the world, nor did he have the slightest idea how to conduct himself in front of one in person. I’ll explain.

So, as it turns out my best friend, Ann, had previous plans to go to an upcoming rodeo, and I thought I’d tag along. Turns out these hairy- legged boys would be at the rodeo too, that weekend. So, when we got there we ended up bumping into them, no, literally, we practically did run into them on our way to the stands. They asked if we wanted to sit together, so, we said sure.

Why the heck we said that? I have no clue.

These guys were polite, but just as awkward. We sat down to a nice view, but I noticed, that guy, Dan, was still standing.

I mean geez, there was practically a whole row of empty seats and he just stands there. As the rodeo went on, I had to smell my armpits to make sure I wasn't the one scaring him off. *sniff*. Nope. Armpits are clear. I think the guy was just shy because seriously he was like a football field away. ”Oh yeah, let’s sit together, so I can yell at you though a megaphone just to talk to you.” AWKWARD…

Oh well. You have to feel sorry for the guy… anyways, it was a fun night other than the awkwardness.

Any hairy-legged boys out there: beware of the armpits, because, man, apparently they stink!

If you were not laughing your rear off from this story, then you need some help, because you have some serious problems!

Do to the fact that this is the internet; names in this story were changed for the safety of those people.