conan had always been a country boy- he was born in texas, ain’t never left it.

the year is 1970. when you, the southern belle- also ain’t never left that town, no you didn’t- walks into his life, he falls head over heels in love. he doesn’t hide it.

as you walk down the street, conan walks up to you, in cowboy attire like usual. he shoots you a proud grin, toothpick in his mouth.

“howdy, little lady.”

he winks, tipping his hat to you.