Riverton
"I just really love cow boys" is what she said to me right before she
gave me the best tongue lashing I'd had in a long time. She was an
Arapaho gal I met in the bar in Riverton, Wyoming. She was
definately very attractive, and looking for someone to spend the night
with. At more than one point during the evening she said "let's go".
Now, don't get me wrong, a young lady saying "let's go" ranks right up
there in my my wildest dreams. But I don't know this gal, as pretty as
she is.
Am I flattered? Hell yes! Am I interested? You betcha! Do I kiss her
and fondle her? Yep. To be honest, I haven't been with any woman
since Jo Ann and I split up back in June so I was very tempted. Do I
take her back to the truck? Nope. Why?,
you ask. Well, in situations like this, I can't help but thinkof the
old Groucho Marx line : "I would never belong to any club
that would have someone like me as a member".
She was an exttremely good-looking woman, but the whole thing just
didn't "feel right", and I always go with my gut:
1. she was way too drunk
2. she introduced herself by saying " hi my name is ________" and
french kisssed me
3. Well, 1 and 2 along with her insistance that we "get outta here" put
me off a bit
4. I really enjoyed #2
5. See Groucho Marx quote
6. she was waaaay too good looking to be interested in someone
like me
7. I figured she was on the rebound or perhaps even had some friend
someplace and was looking for someone to roll.
8. Damn # 2 was really good, she followed up with a few of the same
9. I walked her home from the bar. She invited me in. I said, maybe
next time I'm through here. Why? Because I'm a completely stupid
asshole.
10. Momma said there'd be days like this.