Surf and Turf...

WRITER'S WORKSHOP PROMPT:
A Memorable Fishing Trip...



Once upon a time, I went away to college and decided that cowboys were very HOTT!!! Which was unusual as I had never thought much of them in high school.




If I recall correctly, the cowboys at my high school just hung out in the far corner of the parking lot, listened to country music (blah) and smoked. At least I think they smoked. Did they smoke?




And I belonged to the big hair, guess jeans and alternative rock/pop crowd.




And please tell me that when you weren't out and about in your guess jeans you were at home in your mens boxer shorts (and a very over sized shirt, seriously why am I wearing that tent) tell me that you wore guess jeans and or mens boxers and I'll tell you that you are my people.

But in college things were different,(though I still had big hair, guess jeans and popular music) because in college cowboys were HOTT!!!

So once upon a time when one of the HOTT college cowboys called and asked me if I wanted to go fishing with him I said YESSSS, don't mind if I do.




And that's when I caught my very first ever fish (a trout I believe)




Out yonder there on my fishing date with the cowboy




Then we all went to the home of my cowboy date's cowboy friend and ate steak (?)

And the cowboys accepted me into their secret cowboy society when I proclaimed it a sin to put sauce (of any kind) on a steak (my daddy raised me right). And life was good.

...later that summer (when we were all back home) the cowboy wrote me a letter while out on the range of Montana (my cowboy date was a real life cowboy) and told me how thinking about me kept him warm at night (I swear we only went on that one fishing date and we never even kissed).

But sadly I never wrote him back because I had fallen in love with a non-cowboy back home.




And I'm so very glad I did.

Group dating...

Contrary to popular belief, when a girl gets asked to homecoming by two different boys on the same night she does not exclaim, "Woo-hoo, lucky me!" (though she is very flattered and grateful)

In reality when a girl returns to her car after her amazing choral concert (Marlee really was amazing at her concert last night and I'm pretty much a dud for not taking my camera) to find balloons and a cake waiting for her then whilst hurrying home to find out who they are from, receives a phone call from her dad saying, "There are roses and chocolate here for you..." she does not say, "Woo-hoo, lucky me!" But... "Oh no." and "Oh dear." and "This is really bad." and "What should I do?" and "I feel awful." And the like.

And then she frets and stews and sighs and calls her friends and drives to her friend's house for a pow-wow and worries and stews some more (because she would fancy going with either boy and doesn't want to tell one no). It's a tough thing I tell you. A very tough thing indeed.

Fortunately for the girl however, there is a rule of etiquette put into place that protects against such a situation as this. The rule of etiquette that states (and correct me if I'm wrong) that it is only proper for a girl to accept the offer of he who asks first

...even if it was only five minutes before.