It's the first day of summer. All I wanna do for the next three months is spend time with my horses (Not that that's different from the other 9 months of the year), go to bonfires and listen to country music.
But I can't help but think what's coming in a week. It'll be a year since I met him. And in that past year, I've been thrown around the world and back again. Was it worth it? Maybe. But I learned. I learned I'm better than settling for. I'm better than him. I'm better than that .
I've determined what I'll have in a guy. Sure I want a tall guy, only because I'm tall myself. A decent body, I don't expect some Abercrombie model. But general muscles are nice. I want a cowboy. One who gets up at 6 to feed his cows or pigs or whatever, and would rather be on a horse or ATV that on an XBOX. A guy who knows the value of work AND what I do. As well as one who knows respect. One who can protect me. Maybe this is all sprouting from the country music I've been jamming into my iTunes. Above all, I want a guy who can point at me from across the room, or from the granstands while I'm competing and proudly say to anyone, "That's my girl".
"I'll pour out my heart
Hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground
'Cause he copped a feel as you walked by"
-I'm still a guy, Brad Paisley.
Yeah, I think that sounds pretty good to me.
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