fantasy: i want what every dutiful california girl wants, some land in the middle of nowhere and a good ol boy. one with calloused hands, who smokes cigarettes, is covered in shitty tattoos, wears work boots and dirty tee shirts, loves buck owens, isnt afraid of manual labor, reads more than he watches TV, and preferably has grimy facial hair. basically he needs to be a 2nd amendment quoting, whiskey pounding, red blooded American heartbreaking son of a bitch who will give any cowboy legend a run for its money and make me regret the day we met.