Gals....are there any good guy stories that have stuck with you over the years?
The bad guys really stick with us, but I have one story about a good man that has stuck with me through the years.
I was about 16. I had run out of gas on Rock Road, on the outskirts of McConnell AFB. In those days Rock was a 2 lane, and much of it was country, unlike today when the section between Derby and Wichita kind of blends. No. It got quite secluded in spots along Rock in the 70s.
Well, my little green, ‘75 Vega with a black racing stripe ran out of gas in one of those secluded spots, so, I started walking to the nearest gas station, probably a mile or two away.
Enter the ubiquitous “car full of guys.” There were 2 in the front and 3 in the back.
Oh.
Shit.
Well, they pulled over and offered to help me by saying, “Hey baby! Climb in! We’ll take you to the gas station!”
I kept saying, “No. No thank you. But if I give you $5.00 could you get some gas for me?”
They kept insisting that I get in the car with them, which would have literally put me on some dude’s lap. A couple of them were getting agitated when I kept saying “No, thank you.” I started getting a little scared.
Finally one of the guys said, “Hey! I don’t blame her at ALL for not just climbing in to a car full of guys she doesn’t even know! She’s not stupid!” Then to me he said, “We’ll be happy to get the gas for you.”
And so they took my $5 and left.
A bit later a highway patrol guy comes along. I told him what the situation was.
He just shook his head at my naivety. He said, “Well, that’s the last you’ll see of that five dollars! But I’ll come back around after a while and check on you.”
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The guys came back. As one of them was putting the gas in my tank, the good one asked me out. Out of sheer habit I said, “No, thank you.”
Now I really wish I had at least taken his phone number, but I didn’t. I spent too much time running offt in those days, plus I was still jittery from the earlier scene when I thought they almost got to the point they were going to force me in the car.
I did get a sense of smugness thinking about the cop coming back around and my car was gone, though. Ha HAAAAA!!!
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Excellent story. Yeah, I’m a guy, but like a good story. Right now I’m seeing something I have never seen with my step-daughter. She has, her entire life, managed to find the worst guy around to go out with a “fall in love with”. They all had one thing in common…they were guys she recognized as being badly flawed, but she felt she could “fix” them. If she could it would prove to her and the world that she was a good person. They dragged her down a very dark road in her life. Now she has finally turned her life around. And she is starting to see a guy. He is a good guy. He is in the Air Force, but he calls her every day when he is out of town and they plan stuff for his leaves. He is caring and responsible. He needs no fixing. She has never been happier. I asked her if she liked going out with a guy that she didn’t have to fix. She laughed and said it was great but she didn’t know what to do! So she is just enjoying it. And what I am seeing that I have not seen is that she is happy and outgoing.
Obama was President for 8 years.
I did more for him than he did for me.
So, some actual good guys.
There was the Marine who offered to help me start my car at a rest area after I woke from a nap. I explained to him I had to get to Baltimore, then hurry back to Iowa, so I didn’t have time to stop for parts replacement. My solenoid was shot. Could he touch a screwdriver right there while I start it? Sure, until I told him don’t be afraid of the spark, it won’t hurt.
He looked pretty creeped out, but he did it anyway.
Different car, different life. I was roadside, smoke billowed from my car, I have no idea why. Man pulls over, looks at stuff, touched a couple of things, I need a new outer bearing ring. He takes me to auto parts store just down the highway a bit, and I buy the part. He then takes me back, jacks the car, hammers a chisel through the ring melted to the spindle, redressed the spindle, got me all set to head down the road and wouldn’t let me pay him a cent.
There have been a few nurses over the years.
When I used a subway the first time I was an adult, alone, clueless. Some guy spotted me looking bewildered, and gave me a quick rundown of how things worked.
Man in Colorado held my son while I went into a rest area ladies room. A tornado had just ripped through and the restroom was not safe to take my baby in. He sang to my baby, loud enough to hear, so I knew he was still right outside the door.
There have been several. These were the first to pop into my head.
I have so many stories.
I’ve tokd the one about the guy who tried to jump my battery when my car wouldn’t start. It still wouldn’t start so he removed it, drove ¾ of a mile to Sears, we tested it, dead, bought a new one, and he put it in my car. He would not take any money. I still wish I had thrown some money in his van when he wouldn’t take it from my hand.
The guy a few weeks ago who stopped his car when I was stopped waiting for my husband. He got out of his car to make sure I was ok.
The many men who gave me a quarter over the years when I needed to make a phone call or wanted to buy something in a vending machine. Women have done it too, but more men.
The many men who have lifted my carry-on luggage for me to put it in the overhead compartment.
The neurologist who waved his fee for my girlfriend when her infant son was having problems and her husband was still in law school and they had crappy insurance. He told her hopefully one day her husband could do the same for someon once he becomes a lawyer. He did.
A friend of mine who listened to me cry uncontrollably for an hour when I just could not deal with some of the things happening in my life.
My husband who does stuff for me all the time.
I am blessed to have amazing men in my life. My father, husband and three sons are all admirable.
Oh, I’ve known lots and lots of great guys! My husband, my son, my grown grandsons. My Dad was a very good man, albeit a bit aloof. There have been guys who’ve stopped to help out, and those who have given me something that I needed (but women have done that too.)
Most of the guys in my world are good guys.
I feel that my social life really gets better as I get older.
As a kid I kept getting wrong friends. Some kids were truly nasty. They mistook nastiness for maturity. But at that time I thought they were cool. The nastier they were the cooler I thought they were. So I tried to cling onto them and endured a lot of bullshit in the process. At school I noticed that the kids with the best academic performance were often the most snobbish. High school was the worst. The kids couldn’t even get on with each other, let alone with me.
But after I left high school, things started to look up slowly. College centered around teamwork, so most sensible students knew there was no point in competing anymore. Also, people started to get tired of the hierarchy shit. It was much easier to make friends.
And around that time I discovered Fluther. It was truly a blessing. I got to know a lot of wise people who I can safely called friends. They contributed a lot to my maturity. They are the people that are worth crying for.
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