Spare me your concerns that I have stooped to posting a want ad online. Just hear me out.
It is entirely too cold for me to stand outside and pump my own gas. Getting my oil changed-- and wiper blades and tire alignment and holy-crap-there-are-too-many-things-to-worry-about-- is outside of my job description. Taking my trash out is an icky chore, and that's the kind of thing that boys are for. Furthermore, I'm barely scraping 5'3, and while climbing up onto the countertops was excusable (although not encouraged) when I was a child, it is significantly more frowned upon in my current age bracket. And really, it wouldn't be awful for someone to bring me dinner once in a blue moon.
Maybe I don't need a boyfriend so much as a personal assistant, but who doesn't love a little snug and snog from time to time?
Cut me some slack. I'm not totally helpless. I would gladly repay boyfriend favors with home-cooked meals and maybe even a load of laundry... you know, woman stuff (sorry if I just set the whole feminist movement back a decade or more).
Bama fans need not apply.
Must be present to win.
Remember Lindsey.....Mr.Right could be a "Bammer".
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