A man wearing a ten-gallon hat and boots with spurs, with a lasso hanging off his belt, walks into a bar. She sits down next to a woman.
Looking him up and down, she asks: “Are you a real cowboy?”
“Well, I’ve spent my whole life taming and riding horses. Every day, I repair fences and herd cows,” he replies. “I think it’s logical to call myself a cowboy.”
Taking a drag from her cigarette, the woman says: “Interesting. I’m a lesbian – I wake up thinking about women, when I take a shower I think about women, when I go about my day I’m constantly thinking about women.”
They chat for a while after that, before the woman excuses herself and leaves the bar.
Not long after she leaves, a couple enters the bar and plop themselves down next to the cowboy. His attire catches their attention, and the natural question comes out: “Excuse me, are you a real cowboy?”
Rubbing his chin and with the prior conversation still on his mind, he replies: “Well, I think I might be a lesbian actually.”