I have been in the horse business for 9 years now. Granted most of my time was working at boarding barns but over the last few years I have been involved with breed specific disciplines. Riding several different off the track thoroughbreds, judging quarter horses, working at a gypsy vanner breeding farm and now working with different types of highly rated dressage super star warmbloods. But man do I SUCK at genetics. Maybe it’s because I have a little appy that doesn’t have papers so I just never cared to know bloodlines, who knows. Fact of the matter is, I need to better my knowledge on bloodlines.
The Truth About Country Boys
If I were to take one look at myself, I would classify me as a classy, outgoing country girl horse freak. My type of guy I go for are the cocky douchebag livestock jocks or country boys. Everyone raves about settling down with a country boy. “They are so homey and down to earth.” They also like to play the “I want to be in a relationship with you” card, lure your easy piece of ass into their trap to get the two things they want; sex and that feeling of being wanted (which boosts up their ego). Then when you, the girl, are hooked on their fake affection they get bored and start to weed you out and pick another hopeful girl to start the prowl on.
Then you make the mistake of asking, “What’s going on with us?” They pull the all-of-a-sudden “it’s not you, it’s me” card. Which, I am kind of bat shit crazy,have had this said to me many of times and proceed to blow up in one’s face. Which, is funny looking back on because everything I called them out on they knew I was right.
I have had a lot of hookups in my day. But the last 3 guys I was with literally all went like this. Two were a couple of years younger and one was a few years older than me. So that took out my theory of age. It’s the fact that I have real shitty taste in men, and since I had no romantic relationships in high school, I fucked up and did college wrong, getting drunk, fucking any guy who hit on me and in some cases got feelings for them. Which always ended badly.
When I was talking (I fucking hate this term by the way) to the last guy I was seeing. He was a coworker. Older. And everyone we worked with labeled him as a rude douchebag. I dismissed the signs because I let my attraction for this man take over. But like always, the lust crumbled in a matter of weeks and my heart yet again shattered.
Until another co-worker stepped in. He easily became my best friend at work. He blatantly had the biggest crush on me but I turned him down for the older douche. Plus why did I want to date a guy that was the complete opposite of what I am looking for? He doesn’t know anything about agriculture or livestock, he’s a huge gamer, used to be a pot head, and wears dark shirts and tight fitting pants. But you know what they say, opposites attract and I have been with my goofy boyfriend for about a month now. I’m happy, I haven’t felt a sting of jealousy and he doesn’t try and keep me as a dirty little secret. I have finally done something right.