I gotta find me a bike…

A lady by the name of Irina Dunn said “a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle.” I always thought it was funny and true, until today. I realized that I do want a bike, not desperately, but it sure would be nice to have one around.



My check engine light came on today. It was shocking since I have had my car for over fours years and no light has ever come on. I sighed. I peered at the glowing engine sign closely, adjusted my glasses and moved closer to the gauge to make sure it wasn’t the way the light was hitting my dashboard. I thought surely my eyes must be deceiving me and said “How can my check engine light be on?” My car has been the least needy individual in my life, and for that I love my car. Other than fill-ups, oil changes, car washes and scheduled mileage check-ups my car has thankfully not given me any problems.  I was about a mile from work so I decided to go on into the office. However, I was hesitant to proceed because visions of a fiery car on 75 south as the lead story on the six o’clock news popped into my head.


I am independent and self sufficient, but I wanted to call someone and have them check over my poor car. But Who? Who was I going to call? I really wanted someone that would assure me that everything was okay and would tell me that they would handle it.  I wanted this person to say something like “Dumpling, I’ll come take a look at it, don’t you worry your pretty little head, I got it.” Funny thing how there is no one in my life that would say that to me or anything remotely close to it. I would have been relieved if someone could just check it over, even if they didn’t know the least thing about how my engine works, but the knowledge that someone would take care of it is comforting. Not having someone who to do this made me realize that I want a man, and maybe just in this case need a man.


I wasn’t really concerned that anything was terribly wrong, but I wanted to check the liquids and make sure nothing was out. That I can do myself and I did. I got some paper towels and went to work pulling sticks out and examining them. Everything was fine, nothing was low and nothing needed to be topped off. I then went to auto zone, so that they could attach a little computer to my car and tell me what was wrong. According to the results from of the diagnostic an emission sensor was out.  Nothing terrible and something I could easily have fixed. Whew! My little red wagon is still in business.


I can take care of myself and life’s little unexpected surprises, but it would be nice to have someone who would take care of check engine lights, trash, boxes that need to be moved, items on the top shelf, grocery bags, gas fill-ups, the yard, bugs, check for things that go bump in the night, and strong arms to give me a great big hug. I’m a big girl so I know how to handle the check engine light, but I want him to do it. I don’t even care if he doesn’t do it himself, just as long as he handles it, he can write a check for all I care.  


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