Driving ‘cross Nebraska to see the soldier yesterday, I was thinking about that gal, Kate, looking for the beta male. And I was wearing a skirt of course. I always travel in a dress, or a skirt. I am most comfortable this way… I always have what I call a “travelin; dress”. Matter of fact, I won’t buy clothes that won’t travel but I realized I had another motive on the road.

I realized if I were to break down, all I would have to do is get out of the car in a skirt and some guy would stop to help me. He would be compelled. Not because of my look but because of my skirt. I just think there are men out there who HAVE to help a woman. Because they are attracted, maybe, but it could just as soon be a young man who thinks, “that could be my mother out there” and that’s it. They HAVE to stop.

So my next thought is women like me and men like that… well, we’re out in the world, looking for each other. Chivalrous men and the women who love them. Because although I have come to terms and adapted to the new way… people open doors for people as opposed to men opening doors for women, I still expect a man who is escorting me to absolutely get the door.

And I feel this is no different than pot smokers finding each other, you know? So I break down… step out of the car in my skirt and some guy hits his brakes 5 minutes later courtesy his lizard brain.

It’s my Venus in Leo that goes for the chivalry while Mars in Libra looks “pretty” to score. I respond to the man who takes this bait.

What does your lizard brain respond to?

Ben and I, still catching up. We were discussing the soldier.

“Well Ben, it’s just this unfathomable level of maleness,” I said. “Maleness from another world. Chivalry I guess. My kind of maleness.”

“Tell me what you mean,” he said.

“Well for example, take that helmet incident. We were outside a bar and I was swinging this helmet at him. I was yelling. I was mad as a hornet, you can imagine.”

“Yes?”

“So we’re out in parking lot… big scene. And apparently two men started walking up behind me. They were going to grab me, the crazy banshee, I guess. I don’t know what they were thinking or going to do. I didn’t even see them coming up. I was busy swinging and swearing at him but he saw them over my shoulder in between dodging my attempts to kill him, that is and you know what he did?”

“What?”

“He yelled at them, you leave her alone! Don’t you even think about laying a hand on her! She can swing that helmet or whatever else she wants to do. Touch her, and you’ll deal with me.” I laughed. “Can you believe that? I’m standing there trying to kill him and he going to defend my right to do it. This was his organic response at 19 years old. And I had to stop and think, standing there with a helmet in my hand. Jeez. Do I really want to kill this guy? Hey. Maybe I ought to not kill this guy. Because this is an actual maaaaaaaaan I’m killin’ here,” I said with a chuckle. “And as a man who likes men, surely you can appreciate this.”

“I do appreciate it,” he said. “I like that.” (Ben has an Aries Moon)

“Yeah, so do I. So he’s got this automatic reflex to defend a woman in a culture where a man can beat his wife and his pal will take him out and buy him a beer and it really is something to behold. And he was just a skinny kid back then but that didn’t seem to matter. He acted on instinct. It’s as if he is a Mars archetype, born to defend women and children and to witness this automatic reaction… well it stopped me dead in my tracks. Who is this person? What is going on here? It was because the thing was that pure and after he did this, I quit swinging at him.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. I started swinging at his bike instead.” I laughed. “You know. I still had this adrenaline going but after he defended… protected me like that, I did decide to not try to kill him. He had proved to be on my side. But you get my point. His instinct is to protect a woman and he just responds to this kind of stimulus like something going off in his head. No training about it. This was long before special forces.”

Is their something “pure” about you?