Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Doing The Tango Texas Style (Persistence, Thy Name Is Cat Daddy)!

I'll try to add photos this afternoon. David had a great suggestion and I'm working on it as you read this latest installment of my Texas Two Step Love Story.

Act I,Scene 2

I got in bed late that night (ALONE!) after my first experience at a Texas honkytonk. To say I was tired was an understatement, but I knew I would be going back and soon. The Palms Danceland was nothing like anything I had ever experienced. Their "hook" was being open in the afternoon for the T.I. employees who worked the late night shift and a great house band. What does that tell you? This was no "Billy Bob's" or "Gilleys", but a true juke joint! I was getting to walk on the wild side and I was digging it, even if I did stick out like a sore thumb with my bell bottoms and clogs! The next morning (well more like afternoon since I slept until noon) the phone rang. It was Mr. Cowboy asking for a date. I had no idea how he had gotten my phone number. I certainly didn't remember giving it to him...at least I didn't think I did. I hemmed and hawed and really couldn't think of a reason not to accept...besides the fact that he scared the living fool out of me. My friend kept urging me to say yes, that he was a nice guy, safe, etc.!!! Finally after much hesitation, I said I'd go.

That Friday when he picked me up, he looked totally different in the light. He cleaned up real nice like and was able to stand upright without swaying. I thought he looked really sharp in his Stetson Silver Belly and freshly starched Wranglers. (I just have to say at this point...there is something about a cowboy's butt that is different from other men's. I guess it's all the time spent in the saddle that lifts it up almost to their shoulders...whatever the reason, all I can say is YOWZA!) He seemed harmless enough...shows how deceiving looks really can be! We went to the Gemini Drive-In...mistake # 1. I expected him to be a perfect gentleman...mistake # 2. He had more moves than a Sumo wrestler. I have no idea what movie was showing as I was too busy protecting my virtue! I had grown up in the small town of McKinney, but I wasn't a country bumpkin. I was, after all, a child of the '60's and had been on a date or two in my time, but this guy had more on his mind than just pitchin' a little woo! I later learned that he was so nervous and didn't usually behave in such an amorous way. Seems I brought out the beast in him or that's what he likes to say now. Whatever the reason, I knew I wouldn't be going out with him again...problem was he didn't know that. After the movie, he took me by his home to meet his mother which I thought was just a little bit odd, but I went along because I knew this was going to be our first and last date. On the way back to my place, he had a flat tire on his truck and had to change it in the pouring rain. That alone should have been an omen of things to come.

To call the mating ritual that followed in the next few weeks a courtship would be a joke. A high speed chase would be more like it. It seems everywhere I went, there he was. If we went to another club...he was there. If we left that club and went to another...there he was. This boy was nothing if not part blood hound. How he knew where I would be at any given time was, to say the least, a little bit unnerving. I think it's called stalking now, but back then I called it nervy! He'd call and I'd have friends tell him I was out. He'd call back. He was relentless in his pursuit. Finally I had enough. He called and my friend told him I was washing my hair...15 minutes passed and he called back, drying my hair...15 minutes, rolling my hair. Finally she decided to put him out of misery and told him I just wasn't interested. His reply was a simple thank you and I thought that's that. Nope...15 minutes later the phone rings. What can I say...I gave up, he won the first round and so the courtship began!

(to be continued)

14 comments:

Garden Antqs Vintage said...

As always you are too funny! And speaking of omen's, flat tire, let's have no more of that in Warrenton, ok! I can the persistance still in CD, esp. when he's trying to sell a cabinet to women who don't think they need it, he somehow convinces them they do and they buy it, go figure, he's a natural...

Debbie's Garden said...

This is so funny. Did he invent the first car tracking device?! He just wasn't having "NO" from you was he?

common ground said...

Since I have never met CD in person, I'm getting a whole new concept of him. I'm lovin' every word of this!
Debra

Jodie LeJeune said...

Yep I KNEW it. So if you don't remember giving him your phone number...how are we supposed to believe you didn't fall for the toolbox line after all? And now this drive-in incident...I'm sorry, I need to hear CD's side of the story, where is he? The poor fellow is not even online to defend his story...hmpf!
How can you be so darn funny?
Did I tell you how much I'm lovin' this?
everything vintage

ALVN of WhisperWood Cottage and Junkologie said...

Ah, the start of many flat tire adventures to come!!

Amy

delighted heart said...

I believe every word you say! (or write) How are you even having time to do this with that cute little Bella where you can get you hands on her at any moment! it's OK to put the computer on hold to go play with the grandbaby! But the story is a funny one!
Patti

Olive Rue said...

You're soooo funny my little brassy, sassy back-talking, Texas Gal. Had you on my mind wanted to drop in and say hello. Hope all is well. Hugs!~

Tami SouthStreetShabby.blogspot.com said...

I'm looking forward to installment #3!

bella shabby said...

Well, look at what I've been missing! I had to backtrack and read installment 1. I'm loving this! I think we need to figure out who will be playing you and Cat Daddy on the Big screen, perhaps Johnny Depp. I can see him as an eager , love struck cowboy in starched Wranglers. But who should play young , confused , uninterested Debbie? Any ideas? It's good to be home and back in blogland. xoxo, Sue

JUST ME said...

You are very funny and a great writer.... I will definitely come back for more....

Love that you call your hubby CAT DADDY, can you make up a good one for my hubby, oh hold on I got one pain in the ass..... JK

Have a great day.

angelica

sue said...

I'm DYING laughing at this story. Nowadays, at my advanced age, if someone asked if I wanted to see their new toolbox, I'd probably say yes. The toolbox line, the flat tire in the rain, a drive-in movie as a first date? You nabbed you a rocking stalker!

Poor Cat Daddy, he's gonna be bombarded with ribbing at the next Warrenton show!

Anita said...

Well, heck. I'm a sucker for a good love story...

Primitiques 'n Poetry said...

I can see him as a stalker, even today. But, he's hawking junk goods now, not CD goods. Very entertaining, Debbie. ~Mindy

Bella said...

great blog~! I've been known to backtalk and ass in my days, now I spend my time bitchin' for the most part!