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why i need a man

 I hate putting air in my tires.  Literally HATE it.  I don't mind putting gas it in, taking it to the car wash, cleaning it out once in a while.....i know how to jump it if needed, have replaced fuses and a gear shift....If i had the tools and a place i could probably do most maintenance to my own car.   

However, for some stupid reason, putting air in my tires rocks my world.  I suck at it.  It's always gotta be rainy and cold when i need to do it, and i have been shown multiple times by multiple men HOW to do it but my preference is that somebody else do it.  

When i was younger, and i'm a little ashamed to admit this, all i had to do was pop the hood and stand there looking confused and some man would come help within moments.  I would be scared to try that now.  I'm neither young or old enough to get away with that.  Women my age are invisible.

More than once i have been told by a man at a gas station that i shouldn't have to pump my own gas.  I never knew what the hell they were talking about but then i found out that there are men out there who actually put gas in their wife (girlfriend) car, take it to the car wash, clean it out, make sure it's maintained......where the hell are these men???

That would blow my socks off.  I mean, Id be very grateful.  I don't think women who are treated that way understand that is not normal behavior.  That is above and beyond.  That is a man that is taking care of you.

Wouldn't that be nice.

Yes.  I can do it myself, i never said i couldn't.  I don't have to like it.  Or want to.  I'm not one of those women who feels like i'm giving up a pride point by accepting a mans assistance.  Ya'll are nuts. 

So........if you have that, appreciate it, and show your appreciation appropriately.  If you don't have that.....welcome to the club.  


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