The Cowgirl and the Geek

Since too many mamas took Willie Nelson's advice not to let their babies grow up to be cowboys, lonely Wyoming cowgirls found the odds of finding a suitable mate to suddenly be stacked against them.  Cowgirl Melinda experienced that dilemma.

However, she was resourceful.  

She went into a suitable bar in Rawlins and checked over the scene.  Damn!  It was a hipster bar!  She never saw so many beards and non-haircuts since she stumbled on a mountain man wannabee gathering (less threatening than a Grateful Dead concert).  She could tell the straight 'uns; they looked her over.  Then she moseyed up to the bar.  A nice-looking guy wearing a string tie sidled up to her and offered her a PBR.

Madeline, finding him promising, accepted his offer (whatever a PBR was) and was surprised that it was an unfamiliar beer.

He introduced himself as Jack.  Nice name, she thought; as long as his last name didn't begin with an S.

He goes, "You come here often?"

Melinda, "Nope.  I'm a stranger in these parts; mostly on the range."

Jack: "A chef?  Oh, how cool!"

Melinda: "No, I'm a wrangler.  I care for cows and sometimes geese.  But sometimes I'm left in charge of the chuck."

Jack:  "That's an unusual specialty: being in charge of an accessory for a drill.  Do you also handle the bits as well?"

Melinda: "Only when it comes to making them steers."

Clearly, there was a bit of culture shock even on the lone prairie.

It increased when Madeline asked him what he did, and he said that he was a technician with the Geek Squad.  "Is that like being a cable guy?"  Clearly, Melinda had a way of starting off on the wrong foot.  

But then it got worse.  It turned out later that he was a vegan; and a glutenophobe to boot.  He also hung around health food stores.  Somehow, Melinda came to thinking, this ain't going to work out.  Still . . . . he knew how to kiss . . . .