One of my favorite kinds of men to be in a relationship with is a man who is handy. As a single gal with a large, old house, there are always endless projects, and I’m not skilled enough or strong enough to do a lot of them. Enter the handy man who can sweep me off my feet.
I once dated a guy for three months who was always offering to fix things for me. The last guy I’d lived with started an argument every time I asked him to mow the lawn, so the handy man was a refreshing change for me. After just a month of dating, he told me I could “make a list” of chores for him to do. I’d thought he was just being nice, so I smiled and went about my day. At two months of dating, he again asked me to make him a list of projects to do. This time I did, and he attacked the list with fervor. I was in heaven! It seemed like this was going to be the perfect long-term relationship. He was taller than me, had a job, liked dogs, liked to run, and liked to do things with me. By month number three of blissful dating, we were talking about a trip to Europe. You can imagine how crushed I was when his girlfriend of two years called me up and asked me to stay away from her boyfriend. Ouch.
In my experience, that guy was the exception to the rule. Most other guys are not eager to help me with projects, even if I ask or offer baked goods in exchange. I’d recently been dating a guy for two months who went to the gym seven days a week. Thinking he’d be eager to put those muscles to good use, I asked him to help me move a desk from one room to another. He told me to call a mover. Ouch.
Another guy I’d been dating for a few months randomly stopped in the middle of a make-out session to tell me, if I asked him to do a project – he held up a finger – “this will happen.” He proceeded to curl his finger down, simulating a lost erection. He suddenly didn’t seem so attractive anymore.
What is it that has become such a big deal with helping someone else? If any of those guys asked me to do something that I’m good at for them, like typing or baking or painting, I’d be happy to help them out. I wouldn’t think twice about it because that’s what you do not only for people you care about but for others in general.
Maybe someone who wants to help you with things and make sure you’re taken care of only comes around once every ten years or so. I would say Mr. Handy’s girlfriend is a lucky gal except for the whole “handying around” thing. Maybe you don’t get handy, loyal, and everything else in one package. Maybe we should focus on one positive trait and overlook the other flaws in order to keep a relationship going. Being handy with other chicks when you have a girlfriend of two years is a pretty tough one to overlook, though. If he helps damsels in disrepair behind her back, he’ll do the same to me.
May you all find your own loyal and handy man. Happy dating!
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