Cowboy Cassanova

"Just remember, he's a good time Cowboy Cassanova...He looks like a cool drink of water but he's candy-coated misery."

Yes these are the lyrics to a country song. But one that's had recent significance to me recently. An ex boy toy of mine has decide he wants to try edge his way into my life again. For what reason? I'm not sure. He's banged all brunette girls in Austin and is doing another run through? He's decided that he's a multi-fling kind of guy? The reason, I don't want to know. But this recent invasion has resurfaced some angry bitter feelings.

He was one of those cool, chill guys. You couldn't ask him for anything. You couldn't ask him why his texts to you were so brief or why they came so few and far between. But he had these huge green eyes that would make you melt so you'd give in regardless. "He's like a curse, he's like a drug. You get addicted to his love." And you did. His touch felt amazing. And he made you feel special.

He told you he liked you. And that he's had on crush on you for oh so long. That he thinks you're such a cool chill girl, which in his book was a high compliment. You started to get butterflies in your stomach. But you forced yourself to forget about those. Three days later you went on another date with a much nicer but maybe more boring guy, but you started to get antsy. Why hasn't Cowboy Cassanova called or texted me? You let out a string of curse words. He's not the angel. "He's the devil in disguise, a snake with {green] eyes and he only comes out at night. You better run for your life."

Run. Run far. Delete his phone number. Block it if you can. Don't let him mess with your mind girls.