Now don't get me wrong- I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. "I am woman, hear me roar"- and all that jazz. But sometimes I get tired of wearing the pants and proving I can do all the tough stuff on my own. I long for the olden days of corsets so tight that women were fainting left and right- with men constantly running to their "delicate" sides to rescue them. Okay, so the corset thing would stink and fainting all the time would get old, but I could totally go for a man rescuing me in other situations. Changing a flat tire, retrieving things from the top shelf, and just holding me when I need to be girly and cry. Even just standing next to me with his tall comforting manliness so I can have a break from all the feministic independence pressure and just be a woman, peaceful and secure in the presence of her man.
:D
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