Day Thirteen

I had a pretty hectic morning. One of my tires was low. I tried to be all awesome woman who can fix her own shit... but it's just not me. I needed a guy friend to help me, which didn't really work so I had to get a guy from the station to help me. It is very strange, I talk like a guy, I pretty much act alot like a guy (at least I dont look like a guy), but I can't really take care of myself. Maybe that is my problem. I think that it comes from my dad really always being the man of the house. Don't get me wrong, my mother is a fiesty independent lady, but when it came to being the bread winner or fixing things around the house, my dad was always the man for the job. He never complained or bitched about how women should be doing things too, which is something I actually really admire in him. I am sorry if this is a bit sexist, but I think men should be gentlemen. I want a guy I can count on, a guy I could count on. I don't want to be yelled at for being too weak (a Mr. X trait). I want a man that wants to take care of me.

Is is totally lame that I am really excited for my date with  the older guy from home? I can't help it. From what I remember, he is super cute and it will be the first real date I have been on in months. I am super lame, but at least I am super optimistic :).

"You know, every time you interrupt someone your penis gets a little shorter." American Dad!