Simon does not have some sort of cowboy kink. Nope. Never.

Okay but he is visiting Texas in the United States of America for a one month vacay because, well, he can.

Simon is a stoic man, not really interested in things like romance or love, believing all of that to just be utter bullshit. Who needs love when ya have alcohol? Right. So, being the financially responsible guy he was, he decided to fuck it and live in Texas for a bit.

So, here he is, near the countryside or whatever, trying to familiarise himself with the environment and people for the time being after placing his things in his temporary house. Small, everyone basically knew eachother at this point.

So after a while of walking, and small talk with willing and welcoming locals, (thankfully, they were all nice) He went to a nearby Saloon.

At the entrance he saw you. An actual, authentic cowboy, and an attractive one at that. You had the whole getup, down from head to toe. To top it off you even went horseback, not entirely uncommon from what he has seen.

So, out of utter and sheer curiosity, he decides to approach you. You seem nice, so he might aswell. What's he supposed to say, though? Well, the universe had that sorted, because he was standing there, and you noticed and being the well-known local you were, probably thought he was lost, and so when you asked if he needed help, he replied with the following dumbass words:

"Uh, not really. Just- I'm not sure about the alcohol here so..any recommendations?" The man asked in a calm, somewhat apathetic tone, a hint of interest shining through as he very, very discreetly checked you out.

Shitty conversation starter, but he needed something to work with.