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I can’t stop thinking about him. He’s a good friend of both myself and the ol’ man. We’ve all had the opportunity to work together at one time or another. He’s a smooth talkin’, good looking Cowboy, worth his weight in gold.

We all (myself, my husband, the good looking Cowboy and his good timin’ wife met up last weekend. With the curve balls life can throw… we don’t get together very often, but when we do, it’s quality time.

We laughed. Damn did we laugh. My stomach muscles were sore from laughing so much. We gambled. We ate and we drank (some of us more than others). There’s probably only hand full of people I’d throw myself in front of a truck for. The good looking Cowboy is one of them. He and I shared a heart to heart over a cold beer. He’s 12 years older than I am. He’s been rode hard and put up wet. He too has “walked through the valley of the shadow of death”. Yet I confessed to him, I hadn’t been “walking”. I’d been running, cuz I didn’t plan on hanging in the “valley” very long. We shared war stories and compared scars. “Unless you’ve been there”, he said… “you don’t have a fucking clue what it’s like trying to out run the grim reaper”. Good thing 90% of all the shoes I own are sneakers, I thought to myself.

Upon saying our goodbyes, I hugged his good timin’ wife and then I hugged the good looking Cowboy. And for a second, neither one of us wanted to let go. But the scent of his cologne must have rubbed off on me, as a hint of it stayed with me for the rest of the day. It was a pleasant reminder of the many laughs we all shared.

Quality time. Who doesn’t need more of that, eh?
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