The shoes on my feet, I’ve bought it
The clothes I’m wearing, I’ve bought it
The rock I’m rockin’, I’ve bought it
‘Cause I depend on me if I want it
The watch I’m wearin’, I’ve bought it
The house I live in, I’ve bought it
The car I’m driving, I’ve bought it
I depend on me, I depend on me
I settled down in the plane seat with my headphones loudly playing Destiny’s Child.
I needed the confirmation that I’m indeed an “Independent woman” 😉
Despite my mum calling me spoiled sometimes because of “all these” shoes, clothes, rock (?), watch, house (not entirely, but I do contribute) and the (company) car.
But may I also remind you, dear ms. Mum, that I have been self supplying since my 1st paycheck when I was 20?
Back to me in the plane, hoping the 3 seats would be just for me.
Luck wasn’t on my side.
A giggly girl tapped on my shoulder.
I quickly observed her.
She had long black hair and wore a dress on her very skinny body.
She didn’t seem to have any luggage which was good.
That was a relieve until I saw boyfriend struggling his way forward with a backpack and suitcase.
I grinned and let them settle down.
Headphones back on.
She tapped again on my shoulder.
She changed her mind. She suddenly felt brave and wanted to try the window seat.
Of course she got scared as soon as the plane took off.
Boyfriend had to comfort her.
Although I have overcome my fear of flying, I always let Jasper hold my hand.
I know it makes him feel like a hero.
Then she got cold.
Boyfriend took his coat off which she used as a blanket.
Then the plane food arrived.
She seemed excited at first.
But after two bites she didn’t like it.
Boyfriend ate the remaining part.
The bag of candies seemed like a better alternative.
Which, as hard as she pulled, couldn’t seem to open.
I was very happy to finally get out of the plane where Jasper was waiting for me to pick me up.
On our way home I told him about my eyeball rolling plane ride.
“How can women be so dependent? You wouldn’t want me to be that, do you??”.
As always he nodded and listened patiently to my rant.
By the time we got home then parking places closer to our home were taken.
“Pff babe, can you take my suitcase?”, I complained.
He gave me that smirk like my morning coffee would.
“You need me, don’t you?”
What do you think?
Do men prefer an independent woman or do they want to play the hero all the time?