I have met quite a few horse lovers. My local area is full of them. They are all women.
So what is up with women and horses?
Women generally don’t enjoy activities that involve dirt, mud, hay, flies, bad odors, and huge piles of feces. I realize I’m stereotyping here, and some of you women will write in to say how much you enjoy rolling in dung. But on average, men and women enjoy different activities.
For example, if you said to both men and women, “Why don’t you stick your head up a cow’s ass and see if you can yell MOO loudly enough so it comes out of the cow’s mouth?” most women would say no thanks while most men would wonder if it would work. To be fair, most men would eventually say no too, but a few would try it before going off to watch Jackass II on Imax.
So I am left wondering about this inexplicable attraction between women and horses. Could it be the obvious? Could it have something to do with pressing your love button against a huge, muscular, undulating creature that is happy to carry you on his back and do whatever you tell him while never talking?
I’ve heard of women reaching high levels of excitement on horseback. I always assume those stories are urban legends, but some questions are too important to be left unanswered. And so I put this question to my blog-reading masses: How many of you, male or female, have climaxed on a horse?
And for the men, exclude any instances in which you were standing on a tree stump when it happened. Please limit your stories to times when you were in the saddle.