I will say growing up in Arizona, in the country with a very gentlemanly father...I saw at a young age what a gentlemen was supposed to be. I think all girls can say that the idea they have of the cowboy includes him protecting her, defending her honnor, keeping her safe, killing the food, chopping the wood...you know the cowboy basics, you can pick up the manual at any Barnes & Noble. Today I was so disheartened to see the complete and total lack of chivialry in the world. :dunce:
I noticed I had a low tire and decided to go to my local QT to fill it up. Now my father in all his infinant wisdom taught ALL 5 of his daughters how to work on cars, i.e. change the oil, check all the fluids, brake, transmission, oil, so on so forth. Change out spark plugs, brakes and tires. He gave us the knowledge so that we would not have to depend on anyone if we ever got stuck on the side of the road. I pull up to the air compressor and see there is a line. The lady in front of me is next. She gets out of her car and is in a mini skirt and cowboy boots. She is a very physically attractive woman. I am not going to lie and say that I wasnt a little impatient as I had a lunch date with my sister that I was already running late to. I am watching this woman struggle to fill her tire. I then notice about every man in the parking lot checking her out. She is getting flustered because she obviously doesn't really know what she is doing. I watch 6 different men notice her, see her struggling and just look at her butt. I decided at this point from the look on her face that she is really stressed. I get out of my car and ask her if she needs some help.
She initially said no. I asked her if she was using a tire gauge and she looked at me as if I was speaking a foreign language. I asked her again, are you sure you dont need help? She looked at me with all pride thrown aside and said yes, please help me. So I show her what a tire gauge is. Show her where to find her PSI on the sidewall of her tire. Show her how to get the air compressor hose to not roll back on itself. She was now empowered so to speak. The problem I have, is why didn't one of those guys at least offer to help her. They certainly found the time to check her out, but didn't have enough respect for her to ask if she needed help. So again, my question is where have all the cowboys gone? Are men so desensitized to the needs of woman that we can pretty much just expect to be looked at as play things, but not have any intimacy? I know this does not pertain to all men, but I see this decline in my generation and those born after me that seem to have no clue as to how a LADY expects and deserves to be treated.
In response to your statement, "The smaller the town the less it seems to slide away from God", I have to disagree. People are people where ever you go. There are those who love their neighbor and those who don't. This is equally true for Christians and non-believers. I'll say it again, people are people. The drug problems are just as bad in rural areas as they are in urban areas.
The only problems urban areas have that small towns usually don't have are gangs. At least here in the Pacific Northwest we usually don't.
My sources: Me, having lived in 2 small towns of differing sizes and living in a large town. Also a fair knowledge of crime and other problems in Portland.
:excited: Sistersongbird, hit the nail on the head. Just because this woman was dressed in a short skirt., men assume that they want to be checked out like a piece of meat. WRONG!!!!!!!!!! They could see she needed help. Either their dad's didn't teach them how to treat a lady, or they grew up without a daddy, but mother could have done it, or the didn't listen to their dad's. Some me wouldn't want their sister to be treated the way this woman was treated. Then again, some men could care less about their sisters.
Thank you Sistersongbird for helping this woman. My brother-in-law was a mechanic and he taught me how to do all these things.
That right! She could be naked and it would still be the guys fault for looking at her like a piece of meat.
You know what my daddy taught my sister? Don't dress like a tramp and expect any kind of respect. Maybe it was her Dad, or Mom, or Dad's Dad that failed her and not theirs.
