Summer Love with a Cowboy

I live in an apartment building on the second floor. My balcony looks out the back of the building onto the parking lot. Usually it is a pretty boring sight. About half the people in this building are retired and spend the majority of their time watching everyone else in the building. There are only a few guys living here, none of them much to look at, or way too old.

It was good to be home again. I've been on the road for work for the last three weeks and I had a week off before I would leave for two to four more weeks. It was a warm spring day in late April, I looked out my patio door and what I saw made my heart stop. I could not believe my eyes. There was a cowboy in the parking lot. He had on a pair well fitting jeans, a jean shirt with the sleeves cut off and a wonderfully beautiful, tan, straw cowboy hat. Not a cheap imitation hat but the real thing. This cowboy is easily 6 ft tall, blondish color, freckles and has broad shoulders and muscle. As he turned and walked across the parking lot I realized that his back was just as well defined as the front. The overall affect this cowboy was having on me completely threw me for a loop as I am in no way a normally attracted to cowboys. I like nature, water, pop music, and natural/organic foods. Some of my friends tease me that I am a drugless hippy or a tree hugger. So how could a cowboy make my heart stop like this? He took my breath away.