Cowboys are Awesome!

I realize that in my past couple of posts that I have been a little, shall we say, “negative.”  So my goal is a positive post. For those of you that may have been worried about my little life out West, already things are looking up.  We now have a great place to live (3 acres and a view of the mountains!), my son is doing great in school and I am inches away from getting a job.  I also have decided to embrace this time I get to spend with my beautiful 18 month old girl, rather than be annoyed by the stay at home mom life.  After all, she is totally cute right now, and it is so nice to see her change and grow every day.

On to the positive post!

I love Western men!  Yes, Wyoming has its share of  cute cowboys and hot, young, ski-bums and muscley oil rig workers and sophisticated ranchers, but that is not what I am talking about here.  What I am referring to is the overall genuine, old-school chivalry that exists out West. The men seem to walk proud, knowing that it is their duty to be a gentleman above all else.  I do not think that I have had to open a door to a public building once since moving here six weeks ago. Not only are doors held open, but brief conversations about the weather or my adorable child often accompany the gesture. I’m made to feel like I deserve to have this door opened for me because…well, because  I’m a lady dammit.

This “Ladies First”-ness is not limited to the doors of the post office and the rec center.  More often than not, when I am driving my son to school and I come to the stop sign at Sheridan and 19th, a nice man in a big truck will wave me to go first, even though it is not my turn. I have also had men at the grocery store let me go ahead of them because I am with a small child, and clearly need to get out of the store before them.

The other thing that I love about the men out here is that they know how to dance, and it is not that grind against you to Justin Timberlake in a sweaty, loud bar kind of dance.  They two step and waltz and do a little do-si-do and it is really quite fabulous to be a part of it.  For Valentine’s Day, my husband and I went to a local bar/restaurant/dance floor place and had a great time.  Think Urban Cowboy without the “urban” and no mechanical bull.  The men were holding their ladies tight and leading them elegantly all over the wooden dance floor, smiling proudly. We had a great time watching all the different ways two can dance to Steve Earle’s “Copperhead Road,” each one exciting in its own way. We danced too, but I think my DH and I will have to lesson up if we decide to go to that place regularly. We are very out of practice.

So, a tip o the cowboy hat to Wyoming men.  Thanks for making this little lady feel at home in her new surroundings.

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