A: the Jock

SPEEDIER DATE

A hulking figure loomed in front of her table.

“Good evening Ma’am. Mind if I sit?” It speaks!

“Sure thing big guy.” She replied. “I’m Britany and let me guess you play football!”

“My name’s John…” he smiled sheepishly. “and no, I like football plenty but my sport is Rodeo!”

“Really!” she retorted. “I think you are the first actual rodeo cowboy I’ve ever met. What’s your specialty?”

John‘s grin widened as he spoke: “I’m a bull rider!” he admitted.

Britany’s brow furrowed. “OK,” she thought obviously the physical type- let’s see where this leads…” to John she said: “I didn’t think it was so much about riding bulls as it was cling to them for dear life trying not to get thrown off and gored?”

“Well that can be the case-“ he admitted “But I get along just fine. I just holds on ‘til the bull gets tuckered out then I step off sweet as you please.”

“I’ll bet you do”, she smiled seductively, “What else do you like to ride?”

“I got the cutest little filly you ever did see!” He beamed. Gentle and friendly and she has the biggest, purtiest, brown eyes this side of Cheyenne.”

Brittany looked confused. “If he’s already got a girl, what’s he doing here?” she mused.

John went on; “She’s gentle and broke to the saddle- just right for long, hard rides.”

Britney was starting to feel flustered. She certainly wasn’t going to play second fiddle to some country bumpkin! “So where is she tonight then?” She asked through clenched teeth.

“She got a bit of a sore leg after the last rodeo and the vet thinks she may have taken a bit of mud fever. I sure hope she’ll be alright. She’s the best darn horse I ever had!”

Britney nearly choked. “He’s talking about his horse?! Abort! Abort! Time to leave this one in the dirt.”

Regaining her composure, she said to John: “Well I can see how concerned you are, so I’ll let you get back to her right away. I’m sure she misses you and needs comforting when she’s sick.”

“Thank ye kindly Ma’am. I think I’ll do just that. You have a good evenin’ now.” John shambled away and out the door.

Britney breathed a sigh of relief “Dodged a bullet there to be sure! Alright who’s next?”

Is it:

B: the Yuppie or

C: the Mouse