JACK: No, like on “Yellowstone” or “Westworld.” Which one has the robots?
ENNIS: “Westworld.” “Yellowstone” has Kevin Costner wearing aviators. It’s like “Westworld” if the robots had stylists. But the guy I dated was really rugged. Like, chewing tobacco and no bathing and he didn’t wax anything. His name was Brunt and he lived in a bunkhouse and ate vittles. He could rope things.
JACK: Like, add rope accents?
ENNIS: No, like with a lasso. We’re talking denim-on-denim, without social anxiety. He rolled his own cigarettes and said “Yee-haw,” without air quotes. I told him, “You’re adorable.” He just looked at me. He was the real thing. I fell totally in love. He would make coffee in a tin pot and we’d drink it out of tin cups with no oat milk or macadamia milk or cardamom—like, vintage coffee. He didn’t use any hair products. He wore a real bandanna, not one from a gift bag at a bachelorette party. His pronouns were “sir” and “ma’am.” I thought, This is so real, it’s so much better than all the Manhattan bullshit and gym bunnies and posers.
