Monday, September 30, 2013
I'm A Woman, Dammit!
I used to say I was the perfect girlfriend...love drinking, sports & sex. I can talk Red Sox and Bruins better than most guys, and am perfectly comfortable in a sports bar. While moving I was shocked to find I own a dress, since I'm happiest in my jeans and Converse. But lately I've found myself wanting to be seen as a girl.
Don't get me wrong, I love my sports. With the Red Sox headed to the playoffs, the Patriots undefeated, and the Bruins season about to get underway I love it. But when I get a message from Nothing that just says "did you watch the game" it sometimes annoys me. My friend wrote "thank you, gorgeous" when I did something for him at work. Now I'm not saying I'm gorgeous, but it's much more ladylike than "it was a great game".
At my second job I usually worked in the tool and lawn & garden department. I'm seen as "one of the guys". Which isn't always a bad thing. I now know my way around power tools and lawn equipment. I'm actually quite handy. I'm also kinda shy, so sports can sometimes help break the ice.
But I realize I want to be wooed. I've never had flowers delivered to me (oh wait, I did once, when my friend felt bad that nobody had ever so she sent them herself). I want to be wined and dined, I want to feel special. Don't get me wrong, Nothing has never made me feel unattractive, but I want more. I guess I want to be treated like a woman. I'm pretty independent, but I'd like someone to take care of me for a change.
I'm fairly independent, but I'd like someone to take care of me for a change. Someone to hand me the tissues when I cry at a sappy movie, to buy tickets to a show just because they know I want to see it, to bring me soup when I'm sick. Maybe I need a me.
But if you want to talk about my "tight end" that's okay.
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