Blogs - Devon D’Angelo

It is refreshing to read tales of on-again, off-again equestrienne romance in the hoof prints of Valentine's Day. I too have been whinnying for a few months about a guy who knows nothing about horses (talk about schooling ponies!). The surrounding stable of our interactions have featured: watching college football games, crashing black-tie balls, discussing high-minded literature, visioning travel to far away places, throwing back Alabama Slammers, and taking shoeless moonlit frolicks. Not bad for unbridled romance, you say? In an un-gilded age of forgotten chivalry, perhaps yes. In striking a balance between my horse/non-horse existence, I always look to follow as much as I lead by the bit. I attempt, on the one hoof, to identify ways I can expose a guy to my galloping passions (not willy nelly, mind you...neigh, neigh!). And on the other hoof, I feel very good following his lead in sipping a delectable Kentucky bourbon at home, eating carry-out Chinese food in comfy clothes, etc. Provided our interests are complementary in some way -- if not shared -- I feel like we can both eat from the same bountiful feed bucket (i.e., have a healthy give-and-take) and groom an inspired relationship. No show horses are single dimensional, afterall.