The Feminist and the Cowboy: An Unlikely Love Story by Alisa Valdes Rodriguez

Author:Alisa Valdes Rodriguez [Rodriguez, Alisa Valdes]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Family & Relationships, Biography & Autobiography, Personal Memoirs, Love & Romance
ISBN: 9781592407903
Publisher: Gotham
Published: 2013-01-03T00:00:00+00:00

along with, isn’t he? He doesn’t understand love.”

The General purred and purred, and I muttered sweet nothings

to him while looking through the screen door at the cowboy inside

the house. I saw him sitting calmly in front of the computer at his

desk, reading the news off Yahoo!. After a bit, he heard me talking

to the cat. He looked up casually and laughed. He got up and walked

confidently to the door.

“Back so soon?” he asked sarcastically through the screen door,

opening it for me. When he saw the General on my lap, though, his

kindly condescending attitude changed to irritation. “Baby, are you

stupid?” he asked.

“What?”

The cowboy stomped on the floor of the porch. “Yah!” he yelled

at the cat. The General trotted back to the barn.

“You don’t listen, do you?” the cowboy asked me.

“When what’s being said makes sense, I do,” I said.

“Lord,” said the cowboy in frustration. He took my suitcase

from me with an easy strength that I had to admit I simply could not

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match and would never be able to match even if I took copious quan-

tities of steroids and did nothing but lift barbells for the rest of my existence.

“You gonna stay out there all night?” he asked.

“Maybe,” I said, sniffling a little still.

“Suit yourself.”

He went back inside, and pretty soon I joined him. I sat on the

sofa. He stayed at the computer, still reading the news, but spoke to me without looking up. “Glad you came to your senses. Wouldn’t

have much liked having to find your carcass half- eaten on the road

in the morning.”

I sat on the couch and looked at him. He turned his head now,

looking at me.

“Oh, come on,” he said. “I wouldn’t have really done that.”

“You’d have ignored my carcass?” I asked.

“No. I’d have given it an hour or two, and then I probably would

have gone out looking for you.”

“Why would you have to wait that long?” I asked.

“To give you time to learn something.”

“Yeah, well I think I learned something anyway.”

“That’s what I like about you. You’re quick.”

“Shut up,” I said.

It was then that I felt the bite. A flea bite. In a certain place,

where hair grows. Hair few people ever see. Then another. And

another.

“Ow!” I cried, scratching said nether region. I was wearing black

Lycra yoga pants.

The cowboy observed me in amused disgust. “Got an itch?” he

asked.

More bites. Painful, awful insect bites.

“Oh my God,” I cried, jumping up. I felt as though I was on fire.

The cowboy shook his head. “I told you. You don’t listen. I do

not want fleas in this house. Take off your pants.”

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“What?”

“Take them off. And your panties. Give them to me.”

He was very no- nonsense, matter- of- fact about it.

“Usually when a guy tells me to do that he’s a little more roman-

tic,” I joked.

The cowboy was not amused. “We’ve gotta throw them in the

washer immediately. And you need to get in the shower.”

The fleas bit me again, and I screamed.

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