And it could very well be that I AM sending out signals that I need rescuing. tap, tap, tap... which would then attract to me men who want to rescue. tap, tap, tap. I do a bit of rescuing of my own... so maybe I am even looking for men who need... to be rescued in their own way. Emotionally, maybe.
Ewh. Now that is just about the worst fcking light bulb moment of my entire life.
Having met you in real life, I wouldn't think that you are the kind of woman who would attract "rescuers". In spite of my current pathetic situation, I don't think that I am either.
If the headlight on your car fell off and a man pointed it out to you and offered assistance, I would think you would smile and say something like "Thank you so much for pointing that out to me because something bad might have happened. If you could just direct me to the nearest auto parts store, I will take care of it myself right away." Whereas, I would smile and say "Thank you so much. It will be okay . It's been like that for a couple months and nothing bad has happened yet."
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
Thanks for that vote of confidence. My back blinker light did actually go out. I went down to the dealership, walked in, told my mechanic guy (the one who always changes my oil and stuff with my car)... that something was wrong. He checked... the bulb was burned out. I said, "Oh... is there a certain size/type bulb I need to ask for down at the Auto Parts store?"
He had one, put it in for me... I said... "how much do I owe you?" He just shook my hand and sent me on my way. Which I thought was very nice of him.
Now... that could be because when I had my fender bender last year, he fixed the front end of my car. When he took me out to my car and I saw what an amazing job he did, I was just so overwhelmed, I impulsively gave him a giant hug and said, "Oh, thank you so much!" I mean, I paid for it, but... you know... it's my car for me and my kids... and I was just so relieved... he blushed. And sent me on my way.
Now, I don't know that that is rescuing... but it is mechanic loyalty. I know he'll fix it.
I now have a handy man who does all my 'fix it' jobs around my house. You know, stuff I don't really want to learn/do myself. My bf even bought me the biggest, thickest 'how to do it yourself' book from Lowes, just in case.
So... not really that kind of rescuing, I wouldn't say.
But I do get a lot of... "you need a man in your life," from men. I'm not sure what that's about. Maybe it's because I do DO it myself. I do see hope/potential in people from every walk of life. And I'll give the coat off my back to a stranger. Or a few bucks to a man walking through a parking lot. <--- That kind of stuff. (Drives my bf nuts). He once said to me... "if you are going to go out and take care of the world, do you mind if I come along just to keep you safe while you're doing it?"
I thought that was really funny. But I think he was serious.
But I do get a lot of... "you need a man in your life," from men. I'm not sure what that's about.
It's about you being cute and them wanting to get laid. But so what? I'm sure it's generally well-intentioned.
Also, there's a fine line between "rescuing" which is dysfunctional no matter which gender does it and "protecting" which is kind of a natural male instinct and "caring for" which is good no matter which gender does it. For instance, GP tried to "rescue" me from losing a bit of money gambling the other evening and I wouldn't let him but I was glad that he "protected" me from driving home past my bedtime which is dangerous for someone with my toddler metabolism and it was "caring" of him to give me a nice soft giant sports jersey to sleep in (even though he probably had ulterior motives-lol)
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
