- Hangs out of moving vehicles
- Has the brain of a sixth-grader but good in bed
- Plays guitar
- Works with tools
- Has a dog
As you can see, we were very knowledgable about what counts most in a man. And we weren't wrong (except the sixth-grade brain part, maybe).
This comes to mind out of admiring Scott's chief Real Man quality: Able to Lift Heavy Objects. He has quite a few Real Man points but the Heavy Lifting thing gets me every time. I think he really, truly won me over the day he picked me up like I was a scrap of paper (I assure you I am at least three pounds heavier than a scrap of paper). I had never before known a man who could sling me around without needing to visit a chiropractor the next afternoon. It made my heart go flitter-flutter.
The other thing that gets me is when he works in his shop, saws buzzing and dust flying, and emerges filthy and smelling like wood. Or, conversely, when he rough-houses with the kids until they shriek with unmitigated delight. Because Real Men dig their kids.
See, I'm a simple gal. I like a man to be a man; it makes me feel more like a woman. I'm all for equality of the sexes--don't get me wrong--but not for one second do I think that means that men and women are interchangeable.
Yes, I like my guy to smell like cologne, Old Spice and dirt. I like calloused hands and stained shirts. I like him to ask if his outfit looks good and to always think I look terrific, even in my bathrobe (he does). I like him to love his kids and to love me and also to totally drop everything for the NBA draft.
I don't ask for much.