I’m self admittedly shallow when it comes to pretty things. I like good lines, sexy angles, beautiful color. Words are great, but give me something gorgeous to look at and I’ll be entertained for hours on end. Yes, I am that simple. So how lucky am I that I have my very own Texan, complete with the occasional bad ass look going on, to ogle over. I am truly the lucky one.

He will likely be mortified by this and a bit more careful about what images he texts me in the future. Until then….