Hot to Trot: A Teasing Introduction.

The true tales of our Bareback Cowgirl and her steamy life behind the barn.

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Mr. Moore made her believe that she did not want to be who she was, but who he wanted her to be. She allowed him to alter her malleable-self that she recreated every time she started to like a guy: discovered what they were and weren’t attracted to and made herself as likable as possible in their idealistic eyes. Worst part about this all was that she actually thought she wanted to be who he wanted her to be: docile, pliable, innocent and virginal. None of which she was by any intrinsic nature.

With this new boy, Mr. Carlton, she was testing a new theory on dating: be as blatantly yourself as utterly possible.

She’d tested this theory on Mr. Moore, curious as to how he might react. She had a tinkering about the outcome, but she let herself be surprised:

Moore: What’s new with you?

Her: Went oil wrestling on the weekend.

Moore: …Actually?

Her: Yep.

And as he proceeded to hesitantly finish the conversation, he blocked and deleted her upon goodbyes. ‘Tis why he made her so upset before, you see. She so desperately believed that she ‘fooled around’ because it was available to her and she just failed to turn it down, a lack of strength in her character, as opposed to the possible claim that she might’ve actually enjoyed the experiences.

When she told this new boy she was dating about her oil wrestling adventures, he was both enthused and curious, and shared his own personal mud wrestling story. Two vastly different responses. And if she had any weakness or doubt in her sense of self (as she might’ve a meager six months ago when she was convinced she could arduously sculpt herself into Mr. Moore’s perfect woman), she might’ve been ruined by one of the two responses. So she opted for the new Carlton boy, because he appeared to be just as interested in the novelty of life as she tended to be.

Matthew Carlton. An alert, well-informed twenty seven year old with a small set mouth and a clean shirt. Adept in such areas as computer programming, biology, general charismatic-ness, and guitar. He is a blonde thing with barely there brows and blue eyes that, when focused on you, could cause a lump the size of an egg to grow in your throat. She avoided turning his way when walking beside him because she was slightly terrified of what his eyes had the potential to do to her. Not that he would ravage her then and there or glare clearly into her oh-so deep self-hidden secrets, he was too gentle for that. But her vulnerability was at stake – and until there were no questions left to be asked, she would avoid his illusive soul-plunging gaze.

But now, even with that taken into account, she appears to be very taken by him.

They’ve barely touched lips yet and have already been on two lengthy dates. Just goes to show you, dear readers: she is not a slut by any means, she’s just more likely to go along with it.

–Bareback Cowgirl.