I'm now thinking of taking lassoing lessons. 

Really.

Here's why.  I've decided that since I've undoubtedly exhausted perusing and pursuing the East Coast's middle aged male population I might as well move points West. 

Other than Yosemite Sam I can't think of a cowboy I haven't liked. Well, maybe I was a tad suspect of the Lone Ranger and Gene Autry, but basically the rest of them seem to be a pretty hunky, rugged group of guys. Roping, rustling, branding, what could be bad? And, do you think that there will be a cowboy, anytime soon, who having solidified the title of 'best rodeo rider ever ever' with corporate endorsements a plenty, will take his turn in the hay with every 'purty lil' thing' that sashays forth? And be contrite afterward? No siree bob.

But, I see a few obstacles.

Getting on a horse, for one. My height challenges extend to anything higher than a bench. I see this as somewhat problematic. Plus, I love having long endless, meandering, deeply involved, totally over the top conversations about just about anything. Yup and nope, I'm concerned, won't cut it. Plus I'd have to learn the two step, wouldn't I? 

I probably have some fringed vests tucked away somewhere, cowboy boots and a straw cowboy hat that, for a brief and fleeting moment, I thought might look good on the beach. All three of these looks didn't work for me the first go around, why would I think that they'd work now?

Finally, if Tom Robbins says that "Even Cowgirls Get The Blues" then maybe I should really rethink this.

Think I'll git along now. Yippee ki-ya.