You Can Leave Your Hat On...no, please do~

I used to have a cowboy fetish. I think I still might. But one thing is for certain.

I love hats. On men. On me. On other women. Soooo Sexy.

One blessing about Madison so far has been that we have a couple of really good radio stations here. One plays real Classic Rock (not that shit that passes for classic rock on the left and right coasts). Today, it was 70 degrees. I opened the sun roof on my way to lunch. And they started playing my song…

Baby take off your coat
real slow
and take off your shoes
I'll take your shoes
Baby take off your dress
yes yes yes
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on

Joe Cocker has such an awesome voice *Grin*

My ex, M, used to wear leather fedoras. He had a black one, and a brown one, and wore them nearly every day to work. I loved those hats. The look of them, the smell of them…my god they nearly gave me fits sometimes. The first time he came to see me in Wyoming, he flew into Colorado Springs and I went to pick him up. I saw him from the back, leather sports coat (black mmmm), and that hat…. I went up and touched his shoulder. He stood stock still, and let out a deep breath, and I could *feel* his smile as he took off the hat and turned around to kiss me. I wore that hat a lot that weekend, sometimes, with nothing else~

A man in a hat nearly drives me to the brink (no, baseball caps do not count). I’m sure there’s a good reason for this – somewhere.

Frankly, I don’t care what it is.

You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live

I wear hats myself too. I have a Stetson, a Riata, a few dress hats. There is just something extra with a hat that you don’t get without one.

Gimme a strong, sure dominant in a hat and I’ll be catatonic for a week /wink.