Couldn't cook for $#!t, but I was able to overlook that. What I couldn't get used to was all the biting, scratching, pinching and hickey making. I had to hide for a week after taking that wildcat for a ride, because I looked like I had been in a fight with a mountain lion. I ain't into pain, and I don't really care for horses, so I was somewhat relieved when our little fling fizzled out.
Gals like that should have warning labels somewhere visible before the clothes come off. ðĪŠ