At work on Saturday, I had the pleasure of serving the most delicious cowboy I have seen in my life. He probably isn't a real cowboy but if a man is wearing a cowboy hat and speaks with a drawl...he's going to be a cowboy in the telling of this story.
I mean very little disrespect by this next statement but it's going to piss some of those off...I have no fondness for the southern accent. None whatsoever. But my cowboy had the sweetest sounding voice that dripped sexiness from the words escaping his mouth. A deep rumble mixed with manners and a kick of flirtiness. His voice was slow as a woman can imagine his lovemaking. Probably the most intoxicating southern drawl I have ever heard in my life.
He smiled the entire time he was at my counter. Picking cookies for what I assume where his wife and son. A mischievious smile that hinted of playful sex and delectable nibbles. And the hair upon his chin brought that right mix of cowboy and rocker to his look.
His clothes were simple. I remember jeans. Some sort of jacket. Button up shirt over tee, perhaps. Capping his head was a cowboy hat. Perfect simplicity.
And his face had movie star quality. A little Russell Crowe but not quite. Rugged like Gladiator but round like A Good Year. His eyes were more than inviting...they dared me to pick him up in front of his wife.
I wanted to say something to him. I was actually weak in my knees from how fucking good-looking this guy was. And his mannerisms suggested that he was a really nice guy that made him much more appealing. I think I may have stuttered just slightly. A tremble in the voice to indicate that I was admiring him. My voice lilted a bit....raised pitch in that coquettish way of girl flirting. I wanted to tell him how he was marvelous. But I hesitated.
Man, I can't forget how he smiled the entire time.
I fumbled with his credit card receipt as I tried handing it to him with my pen. Thanked him. I smiled a lot too. And he walked away.
But the silly man had to turn back to the counter. He had forgotten his cookies sitting there. With his dulcimer voice, he laughs at himself and his concern for the receipt rather than his cookies.
Oh...I should have said something. But I didn't
I had to take a moment to regain my composure after he left. What a sexy man! Damn him for being married. I couldn't flirt. And then....he was back at my counter. Getting napkins. Still smiling. Cowboy smile.
"Excuse me. I don't mean to be too forward. But you are such a good looking man! I had to tell you."
That smile. And was that a wink? He said something low and rumbly. I have no idea what. Perhaps something about how sweet and thank you? Maybe. I just remember the smile and the look. Goodness, is he the reason women love cowboys?!
I can only hope he wants cookies again.