omg, pioneer woman.
i spent a better half of my day reading the dating chronicles of her now hubs. it's great story, and i hope it's all true because i want to believe there are other men in the world that exist like this.

an excerpt:
"But Marlboro Man had changed all of that. He’d ridden into my life on his speckled gray horse and had rescued me from my hardness. He’d taught me that when you love someone, you say it—right then, right there, and that when it comes to matters of the heart, games are what children play.

That’s all I’d been up until then: a child. A child masquerading as a disillusioned adult, looking at love much as I’d looked at a round of Marco Polo in the pool at the country club: when they swim after me, I swim away. When I pursue, they hide. It’s never supposed to be easy. And there are accusations of peeking and cheating, and you always wind up sunburned and pruney and pooped. And no one ever, ever wins.

But then came Marlboro Man, who had helped me out of the pool, wrapped a towel around my blistering shoulders, and carried me to a world where love has nothing to do with competition or sport or strategy. He told me he loved me when he felt like it, when he thought of it. He never saw any reason not to."

maybe i should look into cowboys.
i kid.
sorta.

it's just pretty perfect, and makes me scream in my head, "this is the way guys are supposed to be!" a million times over, you know, the whole taking charge thing, being decisive, taking risks and chances, doing dreamy things...
do regular guys do this? or only cowboys? i'm just wondering.

eww. okay i had to get it out of my system. i feel like a trashy romance novel reader. fantasizing about the types of men that don't really exist doing things that don't really happen. but they did happen! unless this crazy blog writer just made up the entire story. i'm hoping i'm not too cynical to believe that's true. i'm hoping that's not really true. i'd feel very naive.

seriously though, there are guys out there who aren't in the game-playing business? what do they look like? do i have to move to texas now?