Just the other day, on a long and taxing business trip, my husband and I stopped at the gas station to buy refreshments. I was delighted to see that my favorite new fixation, Full Throttle Blue Agave Energy Drink, was in the cooler case. A beautiful shade of unnatural electric blue, loaded with sugar and caffeine—what's not to love?
I blissfully grabbed two cans, then turned around to see my husband staring down at me. “No”, he ordered, “put it back”.
I pouted, and I do mean pouted because tasty-sweet energy drinks are highly addictive. But he was firm; he had the quaint notion that too much sugar and caffeine might somehow be harmful to my already pleasingly plump backside.
“Please”, I begged. I wasn't deliberately trying to make bad soft drink choices; I just really needed the hit.
“No” he growled. He tipped back his cowboy hat and glared down at me. Suddenly I was aware that HE might somehow be harmful to my pleasingly plump backside unless I put it down—which I promptly did, with much alacrity. He replaced aforementioned energy drink with a digustingly healthful sparkling green tea. I did not care, because I was for some unknown reason completely entranced by his mastery of my baser instincts—and that made him very, very attractive to me in a very, very hot way.
He actually growled at me at a service station, and it was so totally erotic I didn't dare tell him. If he had said “let me buy you a new naughty nighty” it could not have been more sensual! I was a little confused for a moment, especially since I am not used to being in such a mood at the gas pump lately.
However, I think I have it all figured out.
It was just the idea that he cared enough to notice what I put into my body, and he cared enough to make a decision I really wasn't in the mood to make. He also was man enough to put his foot down when I really, really needed some help disciplining myself in matters dietetic...
He spends all day long making important decisions for other people, about business, about family, about money. For him to take the time to make decisions for us makes me feel I'm just as important as his business is to him!
That really is the crux of the whole matter, for a man to care enough to say no—especially when it is truly needed.
All day long, we walk through this world without a soul to care for us, unnoticed by the crowds. What a wonderful change of pace it is, to find someone who cares enough to actually notice when we go astray from our own best interests! And how much more wonderful it is, when a true leader intervenes with “No” to help us find our path again...
...especially when that leader is wearing tight jeans and cowboy boots!