I like football, sitting in trees… K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
Actually heights make me nervous and I’d probably be having a mental breakdown the entire time I was smooching, but Jaida Dreyer’s song Guy’s Girl hits pretty close to home.
She’s a guy’s girl, and actually my idea of a perfect date is watching stars from a dropped tailgate (some of my friends will get that Wonderland reference).
She’s also Canadian, holler back.
But, the difference, I’m a city girl. Who smokes cigars.
My little palace in the sky is right in the thick of the city. That’s where I read books about small towns and watch a lot of Duck Dynasty. And, when you put me next to my country mouse cousins, who remind me they used to bait my hook when fishing as kids, I’m quickly reminded I belong in that high rise… online shopping.
It must be the whole we want what we don’t have thing, but I’ve always wanted a pick-up truck and a cigar humidifier. Typical boy things. Also, the simple life (not the Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie version). So while city girl I may be, with my watch collection and affinity for Chanel and pearls, I’d probably trade it all in for a white picket fence and homemade apple pie in the window sill…
while wearing a loose T and a ball cap.