Men need to know they’re needed
Ever hear that saying behind every great man is a greater woman? Well, ladies I’m here to tell ya that it’s true… men just need us and they need to be needed too. Does this mean that you have to play the damsel in distress? Well, actually sometimes yeah. Case in point:
The tail light on my car went out several months back. My boyfriend had been telling me day in and day out that I need to get this fixed before I got a fix it ticket. I don’t particularly want a fix it ticket but I’ve been ridiculously busy between a full time job, a 3 year old at home (another full time job), and a Mary Kay business (third full time job) so needless to say, I was a bit busy to get to my car to the shop. So my boyfriend proposed that if I would just go to the auto supply store (in my spare time) and get the bulb he would put it in for me.
Here’s where I made my mistake. If I can go get a $4.00 bulb at the store for you to put it in for me, couldn’t I just do it myself? It’s easy right? Kind of sounds like that stupid joke, how many [insert your stereotype here] does it take to screw in a light bulb. But sweetly I said, “Thanks dear, I’ll do get it”. After being reminded for at least two more weeks I FINALLY found the time to go to Auto Zone to get the bulb. When the BOY behind the counter looked past me for the second time to ask another man if he could help me I shouted “Are girls allowed in here?” In response the other BOY besides him sleepily said, “May I help you?”
“Yes,” I said. “I’d like a bulb for my break light.”
After he gave me the part I needed. I merrily drove home and called my boyfriend to have him come out and “help” me put the bulb in. But since he was talking a while to get there, and as I said I’m BUSY, I asked myself “How hard can it be?” and proceeded to open the trunk and do the surgery myself. Within minutes my partner was there to witness me dangling out of the trunk of my car screwing in the proverbial light bulb. When I plopped back out, slammed the trunk shut and exclaimed “Done!” he disappointedly looked down and the ground (now I know what he must have looked like when he was a toddler) and said “I guess you didn’t need me after all.”
Girls, I don’t think this was meant to be a guilt trip, he was just looking forward to doing something for me and I damaged his ego a little bit by showing him that I could in fact do it myself. My lesson was that chivalry isn’t exactly dead but us self sufficient, go getting, smart, fantastic women have a tendency to kick the crap out of it once in a while.
My lesson: Sometimes you have to “fake it” a little to make the man in your life feel needed.
The tail light on my car went out several months back. My boyfriend had been telling me day in and day out that I need to get this fixed before I got a fix it ticket. I don’t particularly want a fix it ticket but I’ve been ridiculously busy between a full time job, a 3 year old at home (another full time job), and a Mary Kay business (third full time job) so needless to say, I was a bit busy to get to my car to the shop. So my boyfriend proposed that if I would just go to the auto supply store (in my spare time) and get the bulb he would put it in for me.
Here’s where I made my mistake. If I can go get a $4.00 bulb at the store for you to put it in for me, couldn’t I just do it myself? It’s easy right? Kind of sounds like that stupid joke, how many [insert your stereotype here] does it take to screw in a light bulb. But sweetly I said, “Thanks dear, I’ll do get it”. After being reminded for at least two more weeks I FINALLY found the time to go to Auto Zone to get the bulb. When the BOY behind the counter looked past me for the second time to ask another man if he could help me I shouted “Are girls allowed in here?” In response the other BOY besides him sleepily said, “May I help you?”
“Yes,” I said. “I’d like a bulb for my break light.”
After he gave me the part I needed. I merrily drove home and called my boyfriend to have him come out and “help” me put the bulb in. But since he was talking a while to get there, and as I said I’m BUSY, I asked myself “How hard can it be?” and proceeded to open the trunk and do the surgery myself. Within minutes my partner was there to witness me dangling out of the trunk of my car screwing in the proverbial light bulb. When I plopped back out, slammed the trunk shut and exclaimed “Done!” he disappointedly looked down and the ground (now I know what he must have looked like when he was a toddler) and said “I guess you didn’t need me after all.”
Girls, I don’t think this was meant to be a guilt trip, he was just looking forward to doing something for me and I damaged his ego a little bit by showing him that I could in fact do it myself. My lesson was that chivalry isn’t exactly dead but us self sufficient, go getting, smart, fantastic women have a tendency to kick the crap out of it once in a while.
My lesson: Sometimes you have to “fake it” a little to make the man in your life feel needed.
