Cowboy Love StoriesWhere Have All the Cowboys Gone?

Tell me cowboy love stories. Tell me, where have all the cowboys gone?

The steady emasculation of our men today is out of control. I’m not talking about metro-sexuals; God Bless the man who will keep his nails smooth so they don’t tear holes in your skin, whose wardrobe doesn’t consist solely of ball caps and hockey jerseys, and whose hair and skin receive a little more TLC than a 3-in-1 body wash/ shampoo / conditioner. I'm not even talking about the steady loss of romance in relationships today; I’m talking about the vast majority of men today who are no longer… men.

This rant has a theory associated; there is something in the water - Hormones. Much of the cattle ranched for beef receives estrogen; the primary female sex hormone. I believe this is making girls start their periods sooner and promoting man-boobs on our men. I went to the lap pool at the gym last week and was shocked by the number of C-cup teats I saw on the ‘stronger’ sex. Can you say gorilla titties?

The fine balance of the X andY chromosome is out of whack and our poor men are suffering the consequences. I’m talking about the man today who couldn’t lead his way out of a cafeteria line and insists on embracing the old Paul Young lyric, “Let the woman take care of you”. I’m sick of it.

When I reflect upon the men I respect and look to adoringly, I think of leaders; men’s men. Men like my father. Movie stars like John Wayne and Clint Eastwood. Football coaches like Bum Philips and Tom Landry. Real men. Where are they today?

Where is my John Wayne

Where is my prairie son

Where is my happy ending

Where have all the cowboys gone

I’m seriously considering if it’s our own fault – consequences. Did we (women) do this to them? Has our pursuit of equality finally crossed the foul line and taken too much from them? May be, but I don’t like it. I don’t want to be the boss. I want a man to ask me out, get my door, and pay for dinner. In turn I will be all woman for him; I will care for him and follow him to the ends of the earth – but I never get the chance.

God hard- wired me to be the feminine energy; to be pursued, to be the weaker sex. But that only works if there is a counter-point masculine energy; pursing me, and remaining strong. I am seriously not seeing it in men today.

I once read a book that defined this feminine and masculine energy concept quite succinctly. The feminine energy (FE) “feels” while the masculine energy (ME) “thinks”. The FE doesn’t say what she wants, she proclaims what she doesn’t want. The ME usually controls things like the social calendar – with input from the FE. And foremost, the ME leads while the FE follows.

Where is my Marlboro man

Where is his shiny gun

Where is my lonely ranger

Where have all the cowboys gone

I recently subjected myself to online dating where the men virtually flowed with misplaced feminine energy. They flirted, but never pursued. Made passes, but never closed the deal. And frequently ended their wishy-washy efforts to arrange a first-meeting with, “whatever you think”.

Well I don’t think Ms Man, I feel. And now I feel like you should pick up your doll and go home to ask your Momma if she raised any sons with their testicles in tact who would like to initiate a real date with a real woman. And lead. Cowboy love stories should end happily ever after riding off into the sunset...and his panties aren't showing.