We All Fantasize About Marrying a Country Star
Who among us hasn't fantasized about being married to a country music star? We all do it. Men. Women. Teenagers. Seniors. No one is immune to that cowboy-take-me-away fantasy. I know, because I've seen the marriage proposals on signs at concerts. And I've heard people wondering out loud what life would be like on the other side of Nashville.
That got me thinking.... What is it really like to be hitched to a country star? Like when his latest single tops the Billboard chart, would he ignore your requests to take out the garbage? When a promoter writes a check for an 85-city tour, would you still question why she needs yet another pair of True Religion jeans? And when he's named one of the Sexiest Men Alive by People magazine, would you still be too tired for sex? God only knows what happens when two stars are married to each other. Does the one with the most awards get free back rubs for a month?
Certainly, there's a point in your musical career when household chores become someone else's job. But what about all those common courtesies that spouses do for one another? Brad Paisley knows all about those. He even wrote a song about one. How what his wife wants -- more than jewels, fancy cars and romantic dinners -- is for him to just put the toilet seat down. Little things like that could wreak havoc on a star-studded relationship. I wonder if being married to Kenny Chesney would mean he'd roll his eyes when you asked him to put the peanut butter back in the pantry. As if to say, "I'm the CMA Entertainer of the Year. Do you really expect me to clean up after myself?"
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Deb says:
I’d marry Kenny Chesney any day!! Hey I can put the peanut butter back in the pantry & clean up! LOL!
Frank n Stank says:
Oh yeah, that’s ALWAYS been my dream, to marry a redneck whose career will last probably about 28 minutes, radio wouldn’t play the singles to save their own station and someone who would end up a drunk down on Broadway.
Only thing missing would be if she drank beer out of her dog’s mouth!
Frank Lover says:
Now that Frank mentions it, he’s my one true fantasy. A guy who comes onto a music site to send the message that what the writers are saying is wrong and to paint a picture of life with a has-been. Wow. That’s hot, Frank. Will you marry me? We can get drunk down on lower broad together, forever. Pretty please. You sound like way more of a catch that Keith Urban.
judy says:
I would marry Billy Currington in a heart beat. I cant wait to see him when he comes to Chicago again in May.