it was late already, but the rodeo was still going. you and two girlfriends were sitting alone watching the cowboys buck and roll, and watching the the cute cowboys in front of you get all revved up.

when the man in front of you leans back and slams his arms in the air when the cowboy falls off, you giggle. he turns around to look at you.

he's a little older than you, maybe by 4 years. he's got freckles and deep brown eyes and a cute beard. he's cute. husband material.

"was he your favorite?" you ask him.

"uhhuh." he seems speechless and you smile.

"do you wanna sit with me?" he immediately climbs up and ditches his friends to sit next to you.

"i'm joel."