"I'm a Firefighter" - The Double Standard
We walked up the table, and stopped next to the most attractive guy.
“Hey guys“, I said. “How is your night going?”
They stared at us, not knowing how to react. So I just dove right in. I leaned into the table a little bit more, lowered my voice some, and said, “Just to let you know, we are firefighters.”
I heard a snicker. Then a snort. Then, all out laughter. The table of really attractive guys was laughing.
Yeah, right! Over my dead body! You have GOT to be kidding me!
Well, I spun on my very cool heels and began to walk away. I paused, looked over my shoulder and retorted “Oh, are you jealous because I have a manlier job then you? Does it offend your delicate sensibilities?”
I, and my wingwoman, continued our walk back to our table with our heads held high. Of course, my brothers found it hilarious. I was able to hear the loud guffaws from across the bar.
After they stopped laughing, they began to get angry for me, which I have to say, made me feel good. They were mad that someone laughed at me when I told them what I do for a living. So sweet…
So my little science experiment didn’t go as planned. In fact, it was an epic failure. I have found that many guys seem intimidated by me being a firefighter. A well-meaning friend once told me to lie about what I do, or at least downgrade it. I dismissed this.
If a man can’t handle what I do for a living, then they aren’t worth my time. I am proud to be a firefighter!