I am going to use my guest blogger spot right here to try and solve a personal dilemma, one that I’ve been struggling with for quite a while now but that needs to be answered soon. In short, my boyfriend, who lives in the country and is pretty much a real-life cowboy, with cattle and all, has invited me to move in with him on his ranch. And now I don’t know what to do. Here’s the whole story:
I have first met Dean through a cowboy dating website. I can’t remember why exactly I registered to that particular website since I am a true city girl who’s only seen a real chicken in a petting zoo and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sheep or a bull. Anyways, I have always been attracted to cowboys. I’ve watched a lot of cowboy movies and westerns when I was a little girl, with my dad, and I was always drawn to those tall, rugged, silent but handsome men in hats and boots. That obsession went on into my adulthood and when I realized there were websites where I could meet cowboys, I was so excited.
I didn’t expect to meet an “actual” cowboy because I thought they were all long gone. I thought the website was just going to be a bunch of people who are into the lifestyle and have a cowboy hat or two and listen to a lot of country music. But then I met Dean. I instantly fell for his profile pic, his smart, warm eyes, charming stubble and brilliant smile. We started talking and I learned that he lived part time in my city (I know, I was so fortunate!) and partly on his ranch in the countryside. His grandfather was running the ranch but he was already very old and Dean had to pitch in and help quite often. After a couple of weeks of online courting, we decided to meet up. After that, we were inseparable.
Dean and I have been dating for eight months now. It has been wonderful. I don’t think I was ever in love with anyone as I am with him. He is charming, kind, strong and caring, very intelligent and well-read too. He’s also ridiculously hot. When we walk down the street together, I can just feel the girls drooling all over his cute butt in tight blue jeans. Dean is all I ever wanted from a man, but now he’s moving and I don’t know what to do.
Dean’s grandfather passed a couple of weeks ago. He left him the ranch and, as I said, there is so much work to be done there and the place needs to be handled and managed around the clock. Dean already knows so much about it, how to run a ranch, take care of the cattle and grazing and so on, and he needs to be there all the time. When he asked me to move to the countryside with him, I was terrified. I still don’t know what my answer will be.
Why I Don’t Want to Move
I am a typical city girl, like I said. In addition to knowing nothing about country lifestyle, I love living in the city, I love the noise, the crowds, the bars, the movies, hot dog carts, ice cream stands, subway, clubbing, going to brunches…I definitely feel like I would miss all that terribly.
I also fear that I would be lonely out there. Dean will be out most of the day, I would be alone at the house, no wi-fi, no cable, nothing. I guess I would have to learn to enjoy other things and that kind of change scares me, to be honest.
Why I Want to Move
I really love Dean. I think he could be the one. I can see myself growing old with him and I don’t want to lose him. Long-distance dating can be challenging and I don’t know if I have it in me. Plus, the countryside might be good for me. I have been living this hectic lifestyle for too long now, and I haven’t exactly made the healthiest choices. I am not getting any younger and it’s high time I slowed down. Finally, they say that love conquers all. I think I would be a fool to pass out on this amazing opportunity for love and happiness that I have been given.
I have to make a decision soon, but after writing this blog post, I think I’m definitely much closer to saying yes.