"These boots are made for bloggin'. And that 's just what they'll do.
One of these days these boots are gonna blog all over you."
I’m not even sure he’s a real cowboy.
I am sure he’s a terrible speller, looking for love in all the wrong places and definitely one brick shy of a load.
But it’s not everyday a girl gets a genuine letter from an honest-to-goodness dude. Falling all over his Stetsons and tripping on at least twenty-two grammatical disasters in the making, he wrote, “I’m just a lonely guy looking for a lady to love……” begins the mysterious message I pulled from the old comment 2006 depository late one night. It is still good blog fodder today.
At 3:03 PM, lonesome cowboy advertizer left this comment on my blog.....howdy miss mimi. I’m just a lonesome guy looking for a lady to love. You are real hard on us guys so give us brake. Oh sure I advertise my own self in the Hiccup Times local papey but I aint never found no Lady as pretty as you are an all.. I’m deecent and hard working and I goe to church reglar every Sunday. At least I will until Ma passes over but I don’t mind it too mutch. Revrend Tully he says if my brains was made of dynamite they wouldn’t blow my hat off but hes only fooling around. So what Im saying is how about you an me? If your willin to try me I can travel any wheres you just say that word and tell me where to find you. Don’t tell Ma she don’t kneed to know…..till then sugar.”OK. He’s not Shakespeare.
I’m not Nancy Sinatra either.
Here’s the rub. And remember,
you heard it here first.Every time I read Mr. Lonesome’s letter, a sweet kinda sumpin’ comes over me and I ….I……well……..I cave.
Sugar has melted.
I don’t know if I’ll ever hear from my cow pokin’ man again, but at least it was weird while it lasted. Could there ever be a better reason to dust off my Milani boots and put on my pencil skirt? This is what I wrote........
Dear Handsome Mysterious Cowboy,I hesitate to return your lovely letter for two reasons.
I’m quite intimidated by your abundant sophistication and suave and more importantly ……I am, sadly, on the rebound from a torrid love affair with the Paperclip Guy and not sure I’m ready for cowboy love; but if you’ll give me just one chance to treat you with a little more respect – we’ll give it a groovy go.
Anyway, I’d like to meet your Ma before she passes over – even though my Harvard education doesn’t know what that means. The last time I heard that expression, Charlton Heston was holding a rod and smearing Lamb’s blood on doorposts. Is your Ma Egyptian?
Yours (boots and all),
Nancy Sinatra 1966