Men are not men.

[tuts40]

My wife would agree. Although she sees me as 18 with 35 years experience she recently got a look at a different side of me. She's been recuperating from a bad auto accident and multiple surgeries. I cooked (poorly), cleaned, did all the housework and even cut her steak (she was in a cast). I did it because I wanted to. She deserved everything I had to do. 29 years married this November.

Anybody want a definition of a man then? Here ya go.

 

[riata2]

Men wearing flip flops says it all
Men wearing flip flops at the mall
Men wearing flip flops at the stall
Men wearing flip flops is our fall

 

[rchance]

It does seem to be the case I think. I see more women mowing their lawns and on tractors these days than men. I also see men in cars on side of the road waiting for someone to change a tire because they don't know how. It maybe though that men have just gotten lazy.

 

[TekGreg]

It does seem to be the case I think. I see more women mowing their lawns and on tractors these days than men. I also see men in cars on side of the road waiting for someone to change a tire because they don't know how. It maybe though that men have just gotten lazy.

Rchance, I always wonder myself if these men have never had the benefit of a father figure to teach them how. So many women are single-parent families these days and many do not think of the things that a boy should be taught. Not trying to assign blame, as I *was* one of these households - it was just my Mother and I from the time I was five - so I feel I speak from experience. A neighbor was kind enough to act as my "surrogate father" and teach me all about how to be a man in today's world...if he wouldn't have, I might've been one of those men standing on the side of the road.

One story that I felt really defined my manhood happened when I was barely 18. I was driving to a testing session for a job interview when I saw two women struggling on the side of the road with a flat tire. I was in a long-sleeve white dress shirt and slacks and no clothes to change into. I immediately stopped and helped and got them on their way (this was before cell phones) so they weren't stuck there. I arrived 10 minutes late to my interview in a dirty white shirt in a room with 20 other applicants and the interviewer asked, "Everyone else was here on time. Why should I let you apply?" I stared the interviewer straight in the eye and said, "I would never leave two women stranded by the side of the road. If that's a problem with this company, maybe I shouldn't work here." The interviewer stared at me hard and said, "Let me see your hands." I offered them up to which the interviewer got a widening smile and said,"Good answer. Sit down."

I got the job.