I look at who I am and I realize I have always been known as someone you can depend on.  Always.  I am the highly organized sort, one who pays attention to detail, remembers random facts, numbers and conversations, and can finish people’s sentences just by feeling what they are talking about and knowing their vocabulary choices.  I also intuitively sense when something is off in a situation, and will try to fill the gap to enable things to run smoothly.  As much as I am a highly functioning and helpful individual, there is a huge downside to being that kind of person.  I rarely experience that same kind of dependability from others and am oftentimes left hanging.  My girlfriends of similar ilk would agree, and would go so far as to say our kind are not extended the same kind of concern, care and consideration since it’s assumed by others we are in no need of any help. The sad part is that it really is a faux aura of strength, responsibility and “non-neediness,” because we all could use a gesture of support, a helping hand.  This “aura” that accompanies the highly functioning persona (and it is a persona) is a curse.  A Strong Woman’s Curse.  It follows us through all our endeavors - even to the workplace where, “the squeaky wheel gets the oil.”  When I bartended I would call it the Money Sparkle.   A term I coined for those girls who guys throw down the bigger tip for, even if their drink was made wrong…even if they didn’t order a drink at all.  In personal relationships, it is when your partner lets you do all the planning.  Or, it can even be seen in that simple night out at a bar when the girl next to you gets a drink bought for her.  

Yes, I think all of us have been the one who didn’t “get the drink.” It probably kind of irked you a little (not that you would ever openly admit to that).