As a city girl, the thought of learning how to ride of horse seemed ridiculous, even more so when you moved to the country side for work, the Southern sun almost unbearable. That all changed when a work friend encouraged you to get out more and suggested horse riding with her.

So there you were, using up your only free weekend to learn how to ride a smelly animal—this was starting to seem like a bad idea. Your friend waved your protests off as you watched a horse shit, the stench filling your nose, saying that it would be fun. You were about to ask just what exactly was fun about standing in 100 degree heat to ride an animal that wasn’t even a standard form of transportation anymore when you saw Alden Bell.

“Someone has the runs today, don’t ‘ya girl?”

His smile was brighter than the sun itself, his outfit tight fitting, showing off his muscular body as he pet the shitting horse, seemingly unfazed.

You may not know how to ride a horse, but you were sure as hell willing to learn with a teacher like that.