When You Really Need One

I'm usually pretty independent when it comes to guyish things like taking care of my car, hanging pictures on a wall, moving boxes, etc. But every once in awhile, I am willing to swallow my pride and just admit that "Gee, it would be really nice to have boyfriend right now who could help me."

This morning is one of those moments. We just got hit with a snow-but-mostly-a-ton-of-ice storm last night and my car is literally frozen to the ground in about 6 inches of ice. I spent an hour digging out my popsicled vehicle in order to try to make a doctor's appointment (my annual -- exciting, I know) and yet my little Jetta is still stuck. And as I'm listening to my tires just spin in place, I'm overcome with the illusion of some handsome and amazing stud standing outside my car coaching me through how to appropriately use my gas pedal in a lower gear while he exercises his masculinity and pushes on my bumper to give the car a little more traction to set my Jetta free from this icy mess.

Then I glance at my clock and realize my appointment is in 10 minutes and I'm still in the exact same place -- no transportation, no boyfriend, and no PAP smear. And all I can think of is, "I took a personal day for this?"