As a rule, I normally have never gone for “the backwoods country, redneck” type of woman.”So what did I have against redneck women,” you may be asking? Well nothing really, I guess you could chalk it up to my upbringing.
Being from the big city had always fancied myself going after the “sophisticated” and educated “women of the world,” some one who had culture and class, and seeing that I was a successful business person myself, I wanted someone of whom I thought was of equal caliber with me.
However, if you were to ask me which one I would choose today, I would have to tell you that without a doubt or any hesitation that I would definitely choose a simple redneck woman, hands down.”So why the sudden turn around” you may be asking yourself, well once you have tasted “pure homegrown sugar cane,” no substitute will do.
I guess you could say it all began about a couple of years ago when I was asked by my company to oversee the development and bringing online of an engine manufacturing plant for an overseas car company in small southern town some where in what is known as the”old south.” What I thought would be 12-15 month commitment at the most turned out to be a life changing move but I have never regretted it
At first I must confess that being a big city fellow, I had my preconceptions of small southern towns you all know the well known stereotypes, well I had my share, but seeing that my I had to be the Plant Operations Manager and it was my responsibility to train the employees, I figured I best put aside my prejudices, at least while working.
I arrived in the early winter and found myself immediately a fish out of water. They spotted me and instantly had me pegged as the”city boy” and sometimes I even got kidded and called”City Slicker” or”danged Yankee.”
I managed to make friends with some of the locals and a couple of the guys I worked with decided that they were going to”make a southern boy out of me yet” and did there best to honestly and without deceit to”show me the ropes” as it were.
It would also be during these first few weeks that I would see”Raylene,” the southern woman who would rock my world but I would just see her around in the office seeing that she worked in bookkeeping and since I was so busy the first eight-nine months, I rarely had any time for anything but work eat and sleep.
