Putting up with women
August 5th, 2004 by Sarin
This story takes place a couple of weeks ago.
On a Friday morning I was assigned to obtain a signature on a highly classified document from a highly classified person. Well not really classified, but I guess high level. The secretary in the office who I have known for 3 summers offered to give me a ride up to the capitol buildings for the people that we needed to see.
To start off, we will call this lady’s name C. C knows the job well, and I usually listen to everything she says, and since I am so young, vice versa. C is lovable and is virtually the whole building’s grandmother. She knows everybody very well, has fun at her job, and she’s always in a good mood. Particularly, since she in the same office, we share alot of time. It is a pleasure that I get to work with her in such close vicinities.
Riding with her up the hill was a joy in her nice somewhat new Honda Civic. It probably even looks alot cooler than the natural gas vehicled I would have to man if I drove myself. When we arrived, we were suprised that we found a parking spot right by the door, albeit C does have a handicapped pass, but the excitement meant that she could leave the car and join me inside as well.
The first building we entered was a health building. It looked exactly like a health building would look like. Very 80’s, smelly, janitors and guards always working, and basic ugliness in order to keep operation costs down.
We took our elevator flight up to the second floor, but C soon realized that we basically went into the wrong building. She had the associations mixed and the person we needed to see, was in a completely different apartment. However, we were only one building away from where we needed to be.
C doesn’t like walking too much. I try to keep her mind of the walking by perking up good conversation. As I held open the door her out of the building she asked if I was the gentleman to the ladies.
“I guess so, I open the doors and escort them places where they want to be.”
“Yeah that’s good, girls like a man who does those things…”
“I make them feel safe.”
“listen, you’re gonna have to get older and you’re gonna have to spoil your girls. Do you spoil your girls now?”
As C is quite the talker, she will always find something to talk about. The nice guy I am, I am always listening. Also, she will always bug me about girls because what she sees is a shy guy who is so polite that would do whatever any girl said. In reality she doesn’t see how excited I get when I check out somebody, anybody down the hallway of our drab and visitorless office. She also doesn’t know much about what a weird love life I have had so far.
To her question I responded on a funny note, “No.”
She looked at me with an amusingly shocked face. At this point in our relationship I could lie about everything I say about women and she would probably believe me.
“Are you kidding me?”
From her facial expression I could tell that even though she heard it, she didn’t want to believe it.
“No, I’m not kidding you, I think my girls spoil the hell out of me.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, to me it seems.”
“And why is that?”
“Because if I have to put up with their shit, I sure as hell deserve alot back. And I do.”
She shrugs her shoulders in slight disapproval.
“I treat them well, take them places. Sometimes I am the only guy. Sort of like an escort. Girls feel fine with me, I don’t intrude on their everyday life and they tell me things that they would normally tell other girls. I’m a good guy.”
“Well at least you treat them well, and yes sometimes you deserve getting something for putting up with woman. Yanno, princesses these days.”
I laugh a little as we reach our next destination as I open the door and its business as usual. I ponder my words again although it already came out of my mouth. I do believe sometimes I get really nice treatment from my female friends. It makes me wish a girl who barely knows me treats me the same way these girls would. That would be a good life. But we all know the reality. Girls don’t know me and are afraid to ask.
Throughout the rest of our task, I kept thinking that ‘getting to know me’ was one of the best perks of being a friend, but also a huge obstacle to get over if I was interested in someone. And that if I was interested in someone, that they would have to get over that ‘getting to know me’ part quick before they become too much a friend and spoil me.
We got our signatures, and at the end of our task, and because it was a Friday, on the way back to the office, C made a stop for coffee. We stop, wait in line and she asks me if I want a coffee.
“No thanks, I had coffee back at the office.”
“How about a coffee roll? Those look good.”
“Nah”
“Oh you are so cheap.” She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. I smile and nod.
“Can’t even have any food with me. (sigh)”
What she didn’t realize, and I didn’t mention it to her, was that she was committing the ’spoiling’ act like we talked about earlier.
I thought it was kind of ironic.
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Too cute!
Thanks!
Yeah, women are horrible, aren’t they? The good fellas that put up with all the shit really do deserve a little praise. I feel bad for you guys. I really do. (And no, I’m not being sarcastic.)
I guess some of them you can feel bad for.
I get some sweet deal of some type. I just know I end up empty handed because I’m never anybody’s type.
But yeah, I do feel every so often that why should I even bother sometimes and just hang out with other single guys so I can get some single girl group attention.
Problem is, way too many people in college have dedicated girlfriends, so me hanging out with a bunc of singles is almost always out of the question. Plus hanging with guys gets kind of boring.
Much rather hang out with pretty girls.