Billie Bob Jones
I looked nothing like myself. Well my face did but my outfit was worlds apart from what I usually dressed like. I was dealing with emotional stress and I often preferred to look like a hobo when I was a bit down. I also blamed it on the fact I was going to Benedito's house. He hated the noise my boots made so much that yesterday he carried me around the house like I was some damsel.
To avoid another degrading moment I wore sneakers, grey sweatpants with a hoodie. Obviously my hat and sunglasses were on because you could take the cowboy out of the ranch but you could not take the ranch out of the cowboy.
I also packed a bag because last night we were just meant to have dinner because he would miss me too much to not at least have one last night with me, and next thing I knew I woke up in his bed butt naked.
Cowboys were always prepared after all.
