I'm holding out for a hero...

Being a somewhat intelligent, independent gal, I tend to pride myself on being able to take care of business. If my toilet is broken, or my sink is clogged, I pull out my ultimate tool-kit and fix it. However, there are some things I just don't have the time or inclination to learn regardless of how much easier it would make my life. It's these instances when I have to seek outside help which fuel my unhealthy tendency toward 'Hero Worship'. Take, for example, my computer. I know how to screw around on Facebook and Youtube; how to send emails and type this blog. That is the extent of my knowledge of computers and their capabilities. This is why I tend to develop crushes on the pasty, level-9 dungeon masters that work at the Apple store, when they fix my problems and show me how to use Iphoto while passive-aggressively mocking me.

This is also why there are few things more attractive to me than "car guys". Mechanics, tow-truck drivers, or just dudes that know stuff, like how to change your oil. I tend to drive older cars; the one I am currently getting around in is possibly the crappiest car I've ever owned, yet it never gave me any problems until last week. On my way to work one day it died on me, so I had to call a tow-truck the following day to come haul it down the road to my mechanic. When the truck arrived and the driver got out, I was immediately smitten. He was bald, tan, had a goatee and was wearing the ubiquitous dark-grey mechanic pants and button down shirt, both streaked with grease/dirt. He was HOT. Though, if I'm being honest about this, he could have been overweight, middle-aged and covered in open sores and I probably still would've thought he was HOT because he was 'rescuing me', in a manner of speaking. I know it's silly, but I don't think I'm alone in this.

I have had crushes on doctors, policemen and most notably, veterinarians. People tend to find it off-putting when I compare their children to my cats, but I don't care. The fact is, I've had my cats longer than most of my friends have had their kids, so to me it's the same thing--mine just have fur. When they get sick, I panic because I don't know how to fix them. Thankfully, I have a wonderful vet, who not only takes great care of them, but doesn't judge or talk down to me when I am being over-protective and unreasonable. He is a big, hairy, manly, Italian-looking guy, yet he is unbelievably gentle and kind to my boys. There are times when I want to throw him down on that stainless steel examination table and ravage him, (once my cats are safely secured back in their carrier, of course). A few years back, my eldest had to have surgery to remove a tumor on his leg. I was an emotional mess the entire morning, until finally Dr. Handsome called to tell me everything had gone well, the tumor was gone and my baby would be just fine. I was so overwhelmed with love for him at that moment, I seriously considered leaving my boyfriend of the time to pursue this wondrous healer.

I know it's psychological, but is that so bad? People are attracted to other people for a plethora of stupid reasons, many of which are far more superficial. If someone falls in love with me for my cupcake-baking skills and trivial pursuit prowess, who am I to question it? Especially if they know how to lay tile or grout a tub.