We all have a type, don't we?
Some people can say they don't, that it's easy to fall for whoever comes their way.
But they're lying. You know how I know? Because everyone, yes everyone, has a type. Now, whether they want to admit it or not is another story.
My type, in essence, is The Country Boy. The "respects his mama, drinks beer on the weekends, enjoys going mudding in his truck every chance he gets" type of guy.
I've received numerous eye rolls from friends and family alike when I tell them this. "Why would you like a guy like that?" they say. Then, I can only imagine the images drifting through their heads of a guy in a flannel, boots and a camouflage hat, chewing tobacco and spitting it in a Mountain Dew bottle.
First of all, ew. Second of all, no. Let me clarify something for you: Being "country" doesn't mean someone is an imbecile with poor hygiene who can't pronounce words correctly.
It's bonfires on Fridays and long drives in his truck with the radio as loud as he can get it, blasting Dan + Shay and Brantley Gilbert. It's Saturdays in the middle of nowhere just because he felt like exploring and we end up in a field watching the clouds in the bed of his truck. It's date nights where all we do is sit by the fire, pass a bottle back and forth, and talk about life.
And OK, maybe it is a boy in boots and a flannel and jeans that fit just right. But he always looks so, so good. And he knows it, too.
Dating a country boy means you have a boy with manners. You know he was raised right.
It means always feeling safe and protected because you're his girl, and no one touches his girl.
It means always having a duet partner on long car rides, fake twang in his voice and all.
It means having a new wardrobe full of worn-out t-shirts at your disposal, because, "Babe, if you want it, just take it."
Dating a country boy is unlike anything else, and I'm not sorry about my preference.
Yee yee.
