Firemen

What's not to love. My take on firemen.

Firemen; quenching flames threatening our homes while doing the opposite to our fellow females since who knows when. What’s up with that, really?

This issue has been debated eagerly by a group of friends of mine lately, as one of us is a fireman. The latter a fact most appealing to girls on parties or other happenings.

One can almost hear a buzz going through the room as it’s first mentioned. A number of female acquaintances even refer to him as ‘the fireman’.

“The fireman’s coming?”

“Where’s the fireman?”

All longing to fuck him. I’m surprised he hasn’t taken advantage of the situation more than once. Alright, maybe twice. No more than three times, I’m sure.

Why this obsession with members of a certain profession when it comes to the opposite sex? Is it purely superficial? I think not, and I see nothing wrong with this obvious admiration of firemen. Think about it. They represent the rescue from something as dramatic and threatening as fire. Hearing their sirens in the distance is like finding an oasis in the desert, hearing the chopper when drifting at sea or spotting a ship when marooned. They’re always there, ever vigilant, rushing to aid in their trucks in the middle of the night.

They also boast fine qualities on an individual level. I bet they’re all good guys, choosing their careers because they care, want to keep people safe and have this great urge to help. Staying fit and wearing uniforms helps too. Heck, am I developing a man crush here?

We simply have certain ideals that members of certain professions seem more likely to match. If the qualities mentioned above indeed are more likely found in a fireman than a man of another profession who can blame a woman for favouring them? It’s all about first impressions. Basing one’s first impression on all the things mentioned above must surely be less superficial than judging by looks alone, right? There are many reasons for ladies to fancy these brave fighters of fire. It’s like men’s view on nurses as the kind hearted lady caring for their wounds and needs.

Then again, who am I kidding? It comes down to two things: The muscles and the uniforms. Yeah, muscles and uniforms.

André Söderholm