I am sitting at my kitchen counter waiting for a man to arrive to repair and service my alarm system.
“So Kat, we are pretty accustomed to your tendency to share your mundane life but really, why are you telling us this?” I hear you ask.
I am nervous. I hate the idea of a man I don’t know being in my house while I am alone here. I hate that I feel this way. I hate feeling vulnerable. I hate that it even enters my head that he could do me harm.
I hate that I wish my husband was here. He is an amazingly supportive man who always does his best to be home when we have any people in doing work on the house. This means he either takes a day off work or arranges to work from home. Today he simply couldn’t and that is totally fine with me. What I actually hate is that he feels he has to arrange to be here with me so much; that he knows how nervous and scared I feel when I am alone.
I put it to twitter asking why I am nervous and got a response from a male friend that it was ‘Stranger Danger’.
And, sadly, stranger danger awareness is a very real and necessary thing, but here is the rub…
Would a man ever feel as vulnerable in the same position?
Is this sexist? Or is it simply a reflection of fact?
Perhaps men do feel nervous or scared when strangers come to their homes.
Perhaps many of the women who read my blog will roll their eyes, shake their heads and think, “Kat, get a grip!”. Perhaps a lot of them never feel the same as I do. Perhaps they think I am being a total wimp.
Hell, I think I am being a total wimp!
Of course it is highly unlikely that this poor, innocent until proven otherwise, man will have any malicious intent towards me. He is coming to do a job, get in and get out and get paid. It is pretty ridiculous that I am worried about being alone with him.
Ridiculous, but real.
So tell me – is it just me?
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