B46) The polish cowboy

I'm going to make her mine. This was my thought the first time I laid eyes on her.  The first time I met her I could see us together when I looked her in the eyes. I didn't see permanence or long term her eyes but I did see us together. ------------------------- I pursued.

Tucson 1980. I was out on a date with her. Her name was Julie. She was a real looker. . Long and lean with hypnotic emerald green eyes and blond hair that seemed to danced off her shoulders when caught by a breeze.

She was exquisite. The room lit up when she walked into it. This girl reminded me of the carpenter’s song

“Why do birds --- suddenly appear Every time you are near”

The song was written for this girl. I’m sure of it and if things go well I’m going to be seeing her naked in my bed tonight.

Julie suggested The Outlaw, one of Tucson’s country western bars. This kind of establishment was normally not on my radar. I do not like rednecks. I went to that club at Julie’s request. I agreed of course, going to a club she will be comfortable at is a big deal for me. This is a club she and her gal pals tend to frequent for they are country girls.

I remember thinking; I don’t know any country dance steps. Nary a one. The thought of showing everyone how horrible I am at country western dancing did not appeal to me.

Julie pulled me off my chair to dance. Thankfully it was a slow dance.

When we got to the dance floor I took her in my arms. I held her close. She held me closer. I like that.

She whispered into my ear “do you know how to two step”


It’s obviously some country dance move.

I pull back so she can see my face as I shake my head from side to side indicating, no.

She pulled me back in to her then clasped her arms around me and snuggled into my arms and up against my chest. She felt so good. It was like she fit. She fit next to me. In my arms.  And that fragrance. It was like ambrosia. Intoxicating. It was filling my head with a the most pleasing delirium.

It was nice dancing. Tender. Close. Innocent yet wonderfully intimate. even though we were on a crowded dance floor it felt as if it was just the two of us. the two of us alone. There was no one else existing in the world right then except Julie and me.

She looked up at me. I thought she was going to say something so I leaned in. She kissed me. We kissed.

It’s such a nice memory.  

We stopped dancing. We stood there kissing. Even after the music stopped.

Someone yelled out “get a room”

We both heard it and burst out in laughter in the middle of a deep long wet kiss.

The club recently installed a mechanical bull. I’m sure it’s the result of the movie, The Urban Cowboy. We were seated on the other side of the bar, farthest from the bull.

The necessary strength and courage I needed to ride the bull was found in the bottom of my fifth glass of beer. I proclaimed to Julie.

“I’m going to ride that bull”. Then I stood up while trying to flex my muscles inconspicuously.

“Have you ever ridden that before”? she wanted to know

“No” was my reply.

I recall thinking, what an irrelevant question to be asking me.

“Experience with a toy”?

“Please”

Julie’s said softly

“I’ve seen it not go so well for new riders”.

Now I’m challenged. The gauntlet has been laid at my feet. What Julie is failing to understand is the strength and power within me, my will. And I am after all, Chip Knight.

“I’m not one of these local yokels”.

Before getting on the bull I informed the announcer of my stage name (I conjured one up on the spot).

 “Chip Knight, The Polish Cowboy”:

I declare into the microphone being held by the announcer and MC

“My name is Chip Knight. I am the last Polish Cowboy”

Then I point at the mechanical bull and continue on:

“and I mean to ride that bull for eight seconds. Right now”

A combination of Cheers and laughter erupt from the crowd.

The beast stood next to me. Nine feet tall. Eighteen thousand pounds of pissed off muscle snarling at me and Slinging snot all over the god damn place.

I mount the beast. Look over at the judge and nod. Okay.

It was a giant heaving bucking twisting motion. I lasted two seconds. I was whipped into the ground hard. It felt like king Kong grabbed me by the ankles and slammed me into the ground.

The surgery went well.

The polish cowboy retired that fateful night never to be seen or heard from again.

The story had a happy ending….

Sympathy sex from a beautiful and talented girl