Power Tools

My one male co-worker and I were talking the other day about some thing or another that was broken. I said that I could fix it, and I believed I could. He looked at me and said, in all seriousness, “OK, but just don't own too many power tools or you will never get a man.”

I gave him the blank stare that I hope you are currently giving his words.

“A guy can't date a girl who has more power tools than him, and if you own too many you'll never find a guy.”

OK, interesting thought process there.

I was not only baffled, I was mildly offended. I think being able to do is one of the more attractive characteristics, in both friends and relationships. The ability to do on one's own is downright sexy in my mind. I am drawn to these people. I have great respect for people who learn what needs to be learned and at the very least try. I don't care if that's in music, in art, in construction, in remodeling, in words, in whatever, the thing that truly matters is caring enough to try. Owning tools is part of that, is a symbol of that, that desire to create and retain, to make ones own. I don't own power tools to speak of (besides my drill, whoot whoot) but I can use most of the tools put in front of me. That is something I love about myself and I hope would be seen as something appealing rather than appalling. And show me a guy who can fix his own shit and...well, just show me that guy. If he likes Jesus, liberalism and beer as well you may never see us again, we will have run off somewhere together. With our power tools. And maybe some books too.