Damsel in Distress

While I was driving to a new client's house today, I pulled over onto a side street to check my maps. After a minute or so, sitting there with my hazards on, I heard a knock on my driver side window. To my utter surprise, instead of a cop coming over to yell at me for being illegally parked (or something), it was a young man inquiring if I needed any help. In fact, he didn't really believe me when I said that I was fine and kept asking me where I was going so that he could give me directions. It was cute, and I was flattered. But really, I was fine... at least as far as he was concerned.

In a lot of ways I think I'm a damsel in denial. I FEEL like a damsel in distress who feels like she should be able to handle things herself. On the flip side (and figuratively, of course), I occasionally WANT to pull over to the side of the road and play damsel so that someone will come and save me (aka marry me)... when in reality, I have AAA (aka God) and could reliably call on them (Him) whenever and wherever... why wait for someone when you don't know their arrival time and place? Now that's just silly... and yet, I want to.