The man woke the next day and thought of his girlfriend. He thought of her wearing a cowgirl outfit sitting atop the sun.

He thought she looked great up there, wearing her mini-chaps and scanty, pearl buttoned shirt. She could actually unbutton that just one more, the man thought. Then she’d really be a sight…But wait a second…Why is she wearing a cowgirl outfit? The man had never liked anything to do with Western-times. Not cowboys or Indians, and specifically not cowgirls. He saw cowgirls as a women’s-lib creation – a fabrication of our culture – something that never really existed.

The man hates things that aren’t real.