Haven’t been called “Cowboy” in ages.
I haven’t been called “Cowboy” in a very long time. And truthfully I sorta miss it, but really only when a certain person does it. I was talking to a friend of mine last night, and she brought up the last time we hung in Alabama together.
Here is more or less how it happened
We were walking downtown headed away from the Alabama theater. She teased me so I spun her around pinned her to a wall and looked into her eyes. She looked at me and her eyes flashed mischievously, her lips curled up at each end into that beautiful smirk she has. With my hands on the wall at both sides of her head, she just titled her face playfully to the side and said.
“Cowboy I think today is the luckiest day of your life.”
Looking back I think Sarah was right.
