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A cowboy strolls into a dimly lit bar, the wooden floors creaking beneath his worn boots…
He walks up to the bar and orders a drink, settling onto a sturdy barstool.
As he sits there, enjoying his drink, a young lady enters the bar…
She scans the room, her eyes landing on the cowboy, and she walks over, taking the seat next to him.
She’s confident and curious, and after a moment, she turns to the cowboy and asks, “Are you a real cowboy?”
The cowboy looks at her, tipping his hat slightly in greeting…
“Well,” he says, “I’ve spent my whole life on the ranch, herding horses, mending fences, and branding cattle, so I guess I am a real cowboy.”
The young lady nods, seeming satisfied with his answer…
“That’s interesting,” she says. “You see, I’m a lesbian… “
“I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women.”
“When I shower or watch TV, everything seems to make me think of women.”
The cowboy listens, intrigued by her candidness…
They continue to chat for a while, sharing stories about their lives and experiences.
After some time, the young lady finishes her drink and bids the cowboy farewell, leaving the bar.
A little while later, a couple enters the bar…
They’re tourists, clearly fascinated by the cowboy’s rugged appearance and the authenticity of the Western setting.
They sit down next to the cowboy, eager to strike up a conversation…
“Excuse me,” the woman says, “are you a real cowboy?”
The cowboy, still pondering the conversation he had with the young lady, looks at the couple with a thoughtful expression.
“You know,” he replies, “I always thought I was… “
“But I just found out that I’m a lesbian.”
