Head on out to the Rodeo

Well, its been a bit. Sorry about that. I got caught up in some things. I don't really think many are sitting around waiting for my next post anyway, but I like to feel like someone is. Maybe. So you will be happy to know that the next guy on the list I didn't actually meet on the internet. *GASP* Crazy, I know. This guy I met from a friend of mine that I went to school with. I kind of feel bad writing about him since she will most likely read this, but I'm not going to bash him or anything. She had mentioned him previous to when we actually met and nothing really ever came of it. It was just a, "Hey this guy saw your picture and thought you were cute" kind of thing. 

The night that we met he was actually dating someone else at the time. I had gone over to a bar that my friend was at to say hi to her for her birthday. When I got there I felt a little weird just because she was pretty much the only person that I knew there. Those that know me know that I am a pretty shy person. I guess looking back on it we didn't actually meet that night. I can't even remember if we were introduced or if she just told me who he was, but that's besides the point. The next day I got a text from her asking if she could give my number to this guy or if I would want his number to text him.  I wasn't aware until later that he was dating someone at the time, but he had pretty much broken up with her that night after the bar. Once the texting between the two of us started, so began my relationship with Wyatt Earp. 


I was a little reluctant with this one. Mostly, it was because we were on very opposite sides of the spectrum. Living in Idaho you would think that I would be into hunting, fishing, and all that outdoor stuff. Not so much. I'm a fan of the city, flush-able toilets, and heating. I can at least knock it because I have at least tried it before. I get really bored fishing, I really didn't like the time I went hunting, and I only like camping if there is some plumbing near by. He, on the other hand, loved all this stuff. He loved to hunt, fish, camp, and he was even a rodeo clown. Yep. I said it. Rodeo clown. I'm not saying anything is wrong with it, but those that know me know that is not really something I am a fan of. I really don't like rodeos. I feel way too bad for the animals that get chased, roped and ridden all over the place to be able to enjoy myself. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want to be chased, tackled and then hog tied. I'm sure as hell those animals are scared to death. 


Anyway, so there is an idea about where this all is headed. Like I said before, I am not gonna bash on the guy at all. He really is a nice guy, but just wasn't for me. Things went ok at first, like they always seem to, but gradually things started to fall apart. So I know that when you are in a relationship you have to compromise. I agreed to go watch some bull riding at a ranch that him and his friends go to merely because I wanted to spend time with him. I stepped out of my comfort zone and went along because it was just the thing to do. I also got to spend time with my friend as well so that was on the plus side. I tried my best to put on a happy face watching those cowboys ride bulls and run around in the dirt and manure. I did such a good job of it that he wanted to do it every Sunday. Every. Sunday. Argh. So this brought up a little disagreement because I didn't want to do that every Sunday, but then he came back at me and said that I should be more open minded to the things that he liked to do so that we could build common interests. No matter what, I'm not going to have an interest in a rodeo. Sorry. I made yet another compromise and said that we could find something else to do but I wasn't going to go watch bull riding every Sunday. 


Wyatt eventually found something else for us to try and do together. Of course it was something that I really wasn't fond of, but I went anyway. We went fishing. Yeah, I know a lot of you out there like fishing and think it's fun and relaxing, but I don't. I find it boring and most of the time I was fishing when it was cold outside since a lot of the spring in Idaho is usually chilly. I hate being cold. I don't want to go sit for hours on a bank or in a boat casting a line in the water and wait for a fish to bite my hook, but once again I gave a little. We went on an all day fishing trip with his dad. Not only was it awkward because I had never really been around his dad, but I got to sit there all day in a chair on the bank watching them fish. They only had two poles and he wanted me to just come along for the trip. Fun. Thank god they brought a blanket for me. 

I'm trying not to get discouraged with this one and give Wyatt a chance, but there always seemed to be something that popped up that showed just how different we really were. I know they say that opposites attract, but in this case it wasn't working. It really kind of showed to me how different we were when it came to the bedroom. I'll try not to get too personal or anything here so I don't make any of you blush. He was boring. Like vanilla boring. Granted, I'm not some dominatrix or anything with whips and chains but I like to have a little spice. One weekend I came and stayed the night at his place. He lived about an hour away from me. Since I was going to be in the area I wanted to stop at a store that they had in the town next to his. We didn't really have a store quite like it where I lived so when I was in the area I liked to stop by.

 I figured that this would be a good time to test the waters with him and see if he was as open as he wanted me to be. The store we went to was the Silver Foxx. It has a lot of novelty stuff, but it also has a lot of "other" stuff. I really hope you get me because I am not really sure how else to explain it other than being blunt. It's a sex store basically. There, I said it. It has stuff that's tame like oils, lube, games, lingerie, stripper shoes, and stuff for a bachelorette or bachelor party. They also have a back room. The back room is for videos, toys, and things of that nature. So, I brought him along with me and we went to check it out. We spent a little bit in the front room, but I told him that I wanted to go check out the stuff in the back. He said that he was going to wait there. Really? It was like pulling teeth to get him to go back there with me. I'm sure that makes me sound mean to make him go back there, but there really weren't horrible things back there or anything. We had also had a conversation about stuff like that and he said that he was open to trying things he never had done before. As soon as he walked back there it was like a wall slammed shut. Conversation pretty much ceased and he almost pulled off that deer in the headlights look. He barely lasted the three minutes we were back there. 


I'm sure I shouldn't have been annoyed by this but I was. On one hand he said he liked doing things his way (one way, every time), but was open to things to try. I also felt like a hooch or something because just about everything I had talked about he had never done, and I didn't even talk about all that much. I was also annoyed because it made my efforts to try to be interested or try things he liked to do just seem pointless. That weekend it all just kind of boiled to the surface with me and I just couldn't look past it anymore. The straw that broke the camel's back was when we had a conversation about my tattoos. He asked if I was going to get anymore and I told him that I probably was. He then asked, "If I asked you not to would you not get one?" I looked at the western novels that were sitting on the head board of his bed next to his cowboy hat and decided I just couldn't do it. I couldn't deal with the ropin', rootin', tootin' rodeo clown that he was. Wyatt and I just weren't going to make it. 


He really was/is a nice guy and a gentleman. I just unfortunately couldn't get along with his cowboy side. The hardest part was explaining to him why I couldn't see him anymore. The best I had was, "It just isn't working". I tried to explain to him that even though we could try to compromise and try to get into the other person's interest but the fact of the matter is, is that I don't want to deal with that the rest of my life. Deal is probably a strong word, but I guess I was just trying to say I can't do cowboy. For hell's sake I still am trying to figure out the big deal about Wranglers. Maybe I just haven't seen a good enough butt in one, but to be honest they just aren't as drool worthy as some girls make them seem. If anything they seem less flattering to me. I think my picture above proves my point. Man, I really am living in the wrong state.