Ooh-la-la, ladies, I was fanning myself off in my comfortably cool office. That there blog story is just a-swimming in romance. I swear, I could feel the sparks flying all the way through my computer. The screen practically fogged over.
Being me, I had to deconstruct this a bit. For one thing, I do NOT--repeat, NOT--like cowboys in any way, shape or form. Growing up in rodeo country cured me of any possible shreds of physical attraction to that brand of men. There is absolutely no room in my romantic fantasies for cowboys. So why on earth was I lusting after Pioneer Woman's Marlboro Man? And hiney tingles? Seriously? I didn't know whether to puke or laugh out my nose. And yet, there I was, salivating on the keyboard, breathlessly clicking through each post.
Number one thing to note: there is loads and loads and LOADS of making out in Ms. PW's story. Scrolling through page after page of uber-passionate kisses and gigantically romantic snuggles and barely-veiled hints of more is bound to raise the temperature. I'm not saying this is a good thing or a bad thing, but it's at least a partial explanation for the workout my planner got fanning the air in front of the computer.
Number two thing to note: emotional honesty is SOOOOO hot.
Did you get that? Really, really HOT.
There is just something totally irresistible about a man with the courage and honesty to put his feelings out there. Guys, well--straight guys anyway, if you are taking notes, note this: women just melt when you put yourself on the line. I'm not talking about emotional neediness or manipulation here. I'm talking the strength and self-confidence that says "I can walk away if she doesn't want me, but I want her so much that it's worth the risk to open myself up." Yowsers! That is just so dang sexy!
Important disclaimer here: I do remember a few times in my earlier dating life that a perfectly nice guy expressed an interest in me and for whatever reason, I didn't reciprocate those feelings. His laying it on the line did not melt me into a little puddle of wanting him. But the thing is, every single time, it made that guy jump up a notch or two in my estimation, because you can't help but be impressed when someone has the guts to risk rejection and be up front about what he wants. And even if the guy reminds you of a frog and that's why you just aren't interested no matter how nice he is, it's still flattering that someone with that kind of strength and honesty of character would be interested in you.
And in case you want to argue with me, that cowboys are actually hot...