Fantasy Man

My fantasy man – I will always remember him and how stunning he looked that day outside my apartment building – tall, dark-eyed, and slim, and wearing skin-tight levis. Oh, the flirty way he looked me up and down, intentions clear! Yet not one word did he say. His friend pulled up, honked the horn, and just like that he turned to go, but not before he grinned at me and as he did, he tipped his wide-brimmed hat. A cocksure and sexy cowboy he appeared to be - just the kind of guy that so attracted me. I talked around and learned his name and that he rode a horse. It turns out that young man was in the current rodeo. Knowing this, I had to go, of course. I saw him use a lasso, then ride a bull and not let go for greater than eight seconds or so! Foolishly hoping he’d consider meeting me, like a crazy hound on his scent, I searched the crowd. What’s a smitten girl to do? I wound up by the stables where I just hung around dreaming of a future with a man I never even knew! At last I found him – his arms around the woman he belonged to! Written March 11, 2018 for Robert Haigh's Eight Word Challenge - 24 lines maximum