Yesterday in the elevator a coworker said that I had "lady hands". I would have smacked her, but we were headed to the street so that I could meet her husband.
Not being a midwife, I do not have lady's hands ... nor a lion's heart. I just have a private nature which gets violated frequently at work.
My hands lack the callouses and sandpaper rough appearance of my youth. I attribute this to hours slaving over a hot keyboard day in and day out for about 40 years now. Were I engaged as a field hand chopping cotton during the same period my hands would certainly appear differently. Everybody acts as though I apply lotion and such — and indeed, my nails could always use a trim anymore ... but I am not a 'girly man' by any stretch of the imagination.
I don't feel as though I'm making the transition to old geezer very smoothly. I'm thinking about getting a brine tub and toughening my hands up as they were in the Navy. There was certainly no mistaking them for lady hands then.
Perhaps if I put the sleeper on a couple of females in my midst they might RECOGNIZE ... Lady Hands can't cause you to wake up drooling on the floor wondering where you are.
Lord help me not to be an overly sensitive candy ass in my old age.