Like the kind of guy who has shotgun above his bar.

The kind of guy with a rebel flag on the wall.

A real farm boy.

The kind of guy who “borrows” the neighbor’s flowers to put in a vase for me.

The kind of guy who’s cooked dinner for me the past three nights.

The guy with a real southern accent when he drinks.

A fucking gentleman.

How the hell did this happen?!

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