“It was a crisp, cool autumn evening in the sleepy hamlet upstate. We had been introduced a few months earlier, and in the ensuing days grew fonder of each other. We went out out for drinks a few weeks before and just two days ago we took an evening stroll together along a quiet country road, holding hands and gazing upward to a starry evening.

“Now, as I watched from afar, leaning against the rickety fence in the barnyard, I saw her mount the black stallion effortlessly and saunter off for an evening ride. My eyes gazed intently and followed her every movement atop that beautiful animal whose glistening mane shone brightly, even as darkness encircled and the evening was drawing to a close.

“She rode graciously, holding on to the reins, her lovely shape swaying in the saddle and her luscious curves bouncing gracefully and yet provocatively. The horse was not an easy one to ride and had thrown many a would-be rider – but she was surely no ordinary rider.

“I looked at her with devotion, admiration, and yearning. ‘A woman as lovely as she is, and who can ride like that – she’s got to be a woman for me to go after,’ I mused excitedly. ‘She would be an awesome partner to have, for sure.’ ”