There has been mention of how I don't ask for much of men here on this blog before. I'm still trying to decide whether it is because my mother raised me to do things myself or if my social upbringings consistently remind me of its pesky behavior. Either way, I like to think I owe little favors because I've asked of little favors myself.
However, there is one particular favor I find myself asking for one too many times:
(some place the moon is shining bright, a phone rings)
"Hi. Can you take me home?"