The Little Things I’ve Done For Her
Most men will never have to come face to face with a life or death situation to prove their feelings for a woman, and yet, anytime I am with a woman I am very aware it can happen at a moment’s notice. In the back of my mind I know I’m only half boyfriend, the other half of me is bodyguard or protector. Jump in front of a bullet aimed at her? I better do it. Push her out of the way of an oncoming car even if it means I’ll get hit by said car? I better do it. Change the tire if it goes flat? I better do it.
But what if we’re not tested like that? What if we never get confronted with a life or death circumstance to prove our love. What does a man do?
Well, it’s simple. He does the little things.
These little things are sometimes nothing to write home about. Maybe we pick up her favorite snack while we make a quick store run. Maybe we rub her back without her asking. Or maybe we send her a quick text to say that we’re thinking about her.
All of this sounds sweet and easy enough because they basically are both of those things. But sometimes, the little things are the hardest things in the world to do. Sometimes the little things break our pockets because the “little thing” is a diamond ring. Sometimes, in a man’s mind, the little thing he did for his woman is something he has never done for any woman prior to her and since her.
In my years of dating, I have done my fair share of little things and I’m not talking about flowers. I’m talking about the type of little things that from the outside looking in, don’t look like much, but trust me, they are. There have been some little things I have done that have stayed with me longer than some big things I’ve done.
I regret none of them. Every time I look back on some little thing I did I laugh and say to myself, Damn, Jozen, you must’ve loved that woman or maybe liked her a lot. Who knows? What I do know is there have been some girls I really liked (or loved), who asked me to do this little thing, and I did it even though in my mind, it was the biggest thing in the world.
Here’s one of them.
THE ZIPPER
Everyone who knows me knows I hate roller coasters and any ride where the motion induces nausea. What can I say? I get motion sickness. Been getting it since I was a little boy, and so I learned a long time ago, don’t go on any rides where people are screaming while its moving. Usually this is a good sign I’m going to get sick.
Well, in high school, my high school sweetheart and I were at the county fair. Usually we brought other people along so she could ride the rides with someone not named me. But one particular night, all our friends left early so it was just me, her, and this one particular ride she wanted to go on called The Zipper. It was her favorite, it was my nightmare.
For anyone who has been to a county fair, you know the Zipper. It’s this huge contraption where people are locked into these caged pods. The ride goes around and around like a ferris wheel, but unlike the ferris wheel, the pods people are sitting in go round and round too. So within this 360 degree turn you’re making on the Zipper, you and your podmate can swing yourselves around another 360 degrees over and over again.
She begged me and begged me and begged me to go on. She said I could close my eyes and if I did that, I wouldn’t get sick. She even said, “I know you’re not scared, it’s just the motion sickness, but trust me, you won’t get sick.” Man, she was laying it on thick, and the fact that she wasn’t punking me into it, only helped her case. But then, right as I was taking a piece of her cotton candy, she said the words no man wants to hear, the fighting words that will make a man say, “Oh yeah? Is that right? Okay, watch.” That’s right she said, “If you loved me, you would do it.”
I took the cotton candy out of her hand, threw it in the trash, and walked straight over to the Zipper with her in tow. How dare she challenge my love for her! I think we even cut a couple of people who were waiting in line, but what did I care. I had a point to prove.
We strapped on our seat belts, closed the cage, and the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was the operator pulling the lever. Then, four minutes of dizzying hell.
When we got off the ride, she hugged me, kissed me, said she knew I really loved her and she was so happy I proved it to her.
As for me, I threw up on her shoes.
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