(note: this one's been sitting for a while....it was actually written a few weeks ago.)
I have dirty fingernails. Dirty. Fingernails.
I am not the girl-iest of girlie-girls but, "ew." I don't actually know how to get bike grease out from under my fingernails. But sometimes a girls just gotta get it done, and if that means a little grease under the fingernails, well so be it.
And that is where this story should end. Girl has dirty bike. Girl lives very far from bike shops currently servicing bikes. Girl takes matters into her own hands, gets a little dirty, but gets to feel all accomplished and independent and whatnot.
But no. That's not exactly how it went. You see, there was this boy.....this boy who offered up some garage space and assistance (or so I thought) in this bike cleaning fiasco that I found myself in. So girl, loads up bike and drives to boy's house. Boy makes space in garage. Boy then sits on dirt bike and watches girl clean bike.
I'm pretty sure this is not the stuff that chick-flicks are made of. Reese Witherspoon will not be playing the part of The Slowest Triathlete in a romantic comedy anytime soon. I mean, what? Is that they way things are done around these western states? Girls fend for themselves? Was I supposed to bring my own beer too?
Apparently. Which seems odd to me considering that men outnumber the women in this town something like SEVEN to ONE. You'd think they'd be all about helping out....even if it is under the ill-conceived premise of return favors.
I made some comment about chivalry and the response was "chivalry is not entirely dead, but it is your dirty bike."
Accurate statement? Yes, but that attitude will certainly send a girl back to the well stocked pond when fishing for a mate.
In any case, point taken. Suck it up mountain girl. Its time you learn to fend for yourself.