This post made me start to think about a certain power that women have over men. Most women have the ability to turn on the charm and wrap most men around their little fingers.
I say most in anticipation of those who will say “I don’t do that.”
At the risk of getting spanked by the feminist, I admit that I use this woman power at times to make my life just a little bit easier. It’s sneaky and evil, so spank me. (!) Hey, at least I admit it.
I guess it is easier to give examples than to try to explain myself.
It’s cold and windy and raining like a bitch. My wipers are crap and finally one side bites the big one while I am driving to meet a friend. I decide I better stop at an auto part store and get a new one. Now, not only do I know how to change wiper blades, I changed the entire arm last year, however, I am dressed up, my hair is curled, my makeup perfect, I sure as hell don’t feel like getting wet.
I reapply the lipstick and walk up to the counter to ask for the wipers. The guy rings me up and hands me the box. I immediately turn it on, put a shy smile on my face, do the tip-the-head-down-and-look-up thing, and innocently ask “Which end goes on first?”
Not only does the guy almost bust his ass trying to get to my car, his partner volunteers to do it for him. Both guys practically race towards my car and install the wipers as the other customers wait.
Got 'em, hook, line, and sinker.
As I drive away all warm and dry and cozy, I smile and think to myself, “God, men are easy”.
There are other examples. I have been pulled over no less than a half dozen times but I have yet to get a ticket. I got an additional $500.00 discount from the guy installing my sprinkler system and this was after he was the lowest bid! After I turned it on, the box-office guy suddenly had a few extra box seats for a sold out game of my favorite baseball farm team, and he sold them to me for regular price. I had my car stereo installed immediately after purchase instead of waiting the 4 days like everyone else. All I had to do was sigh, blink my eyes, and say, “Ohhh, I really wanted to check out my new CD.” BINGO - he suddenly fit me right in. One of the guys who loaded my truck with lumber followed me home (he was getting off work) and unloaded it for me. He came back the next day and helped me with the part of my deck I was altering.
Is it because I am gorgeous? Hell no, it’s only because I know how to play the game that every woman can do.
I am no dummy and being single has made me capable of doing many things, however, I am not ashamed to admit that I use the power to make life a little bit easier.
It doesn’t matter how beautiful a woman may be or how deep her cleavage, all women have this power over men. Whether or not they chose to use it is another story.
So guys, what is this power we women have over you? Is it a penis thing? Is it a need to rescue the damsel in distress? Is it a macho thing? Is it a gentleman thing? What is it?
If ignorance is bliss, you must be orgasmic.