Reasons to love men
They've got that comfortable place on their shoulder that's perfect for snuggling into while we fall asleep.
They give great hugs, (and always melt our hearts when a sweet "I love you Princess" is added)
What they lack in talk, they tend to make up for in action.
They're at peace with their bodies, except for maybe some minor anxiety over height & baldness.
They rarely lie about their age, their weight, or their clothing size.
They make excellent companions when driving through rough neighborhoods or walking past dark alleys.
They're enthusiastic about our bodies, even when we're not.
They have an uncanny ability to look deeply into our eyes & connect with our heart, even when we don't want them to.
They fall in love so hard, once they finally fall.
Though they often try to hide it, they're very tender-hearted and caring
Chest hair, forearm hair & the feel of a newly shaved cheek.
Their near-endless appetite for discussing the ins & outs of work & money - ours as well as theirs.
Their face is a treasure to behold when they give us a present they picked out.
Bravery around snakes, waterbugs, bats and flat tires.
Their unapologetic lust for a nice hunk of beef or chocolate cake.
Their ability to solve problems simply by throwing a ball around.
The glimpse you get, when they wear their baseball cap backward of their inner Little Leaguer.
They give us a peek at the little boy inside when they get sick or happy or hurt
How tender they get when they cry, & how seldom they do it.
They never care what their horoscope, their mother-in-law, nor the neighbors say.
They really love their moms.
They remind us of our dads.
They don't mind accompanying a woman to a party even though she looks like a movie star & they look like the chauffeur.
They don't care whether colors match, but are willing to be concerned if we want them to be
Their genuine ardor for tinkering with toilets, changing oil & assembling gas grills - jobs any intelligent woman can do but would be nuts to volunteer for.
How sexy their hands look in wedding rings.
How much they like us just the way we are.
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They give great hugs, (and always melt our hearts when a sweet "I love you Princess" is added)
What they lack in talk, they tend to make up for in action.
They're at peace with their bodies, except for maybe some minor anxiety over height & baldness.
They rarely lie about their age, their weight, or their clothing size.
They make excellent companions when driving through rough neighborhoods or walking past dark alleys.
They're enthusiastic about our bodies, even when we're not.
They have an uncanny ability to look deeply into our eyes & connect with our heart, even when we don't want them to.
They fall in love so hard, once they finally fall.
Though they often try to hide it, they're very tender-hearted and caring
Chest hair, forearm hair & the feel of a newly shaved cheek.
Their near-endless appetite for discussing the ins & outs of work & money - ours as well as theirs.
Their face is a treasure to behold when they give us a present they picked out.
Bravery around snakes, waterbugs, bats and flat tires.
Their unapologetic lust for a nice hunk of beef or chocolate cake.
Their ability to solve problems simply by throwing a ball around.
The glimpse you get, when they wear their baseball cap backward of their inner Little Leaguer.
They give us a peek at the little boy inside when they get sick or happy or hurt
How tender they get when they cry, & how seldom they do it.
They never care what their horoscope, their mother-in-law, nor the neighbors say.
They really love their moms.
They remind us of our dads.
They don't mind accompanying a woman to a party even though she looks like a movie star & they look like the chauffeur.
They don't care whether colors match, but are willing to be concerned if we want them to be
Their genuine ardor for tinkering with toilets, changing oil & assembling gas grills - jobs any intelligent woman can do but would be nuts to volunteer for.
How sexy their hands look in wedding rings.
How much they like us just the way we are.
Via: Forward.
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