What I Love About Men

I read this on Charming, But Single's blog. Wanted to share as it's many of the same things I love about men.

So, in honor of those Good Ones, who don’t deserve the wrath they sometimes get, who are just as fed up as I am, who really will call, I present, in no particular order, Things I Love About Men:

• Their smell, sometimes musky, sometimes dirty, always irresistible.


• Long conversations about nothing over beers.


• Hands that wrap around mine and make them look downright tiny in comparison.


• How confused they are by really fancy high heels.


• That cute butt wiggle they do when you’re alone with them and teasingly comment on their backsides. The one where they rock their hips back and forth like a three year old imitating a chicken or a duck. So aware of how cute they really are.


• The excited looks they get when they’ve created something or built something or done something that they really want to share. Like a child or an excited puppy.


• Boxer briefs.


• Their odd loyalty to their pals.


• Ties.


• How easy it is to distract them.


• Their hands on the small of my back, just to let me know that they are there.


• How they take me seriously when I ask, “Is football the one with the touchdowns?” (Yes, I know. I’m being patronizing. But thanks for so sweetly explaining the game I’ve been watching since I was knee high to a grasshopper.)


• Deep voices.


• That flipping thing my stomach does when the right man is walking toward me.


• How easily I fit into the space next to them, in between their arms and bodies.


• When they reassuringly rub my knee under the table.


• Their inability to maintain a poker face when you they see you dressed up in a hot little dress.


• Their insistence that seeing you in sweats and a tank top is just as sexy. Even though they’re lying.


• How good my hands feel in their hair. (Or rubbing their bald heads.)