Even though this title presents as though I am going to detail an in depth analysis of what men have to offer in human interaction and intimate relationships, I must confess that I just want to describe what I like about men. Okay, me and a fraction of other females.
First, let´s talk about body parts, guys are hard. No puns intended. The muscular arms, stony chest, hairy body, deep voice, facial hair, eyelashes. What’s not to love? Men just look so different from women and that alone is an appeal.
Then, the way they think. It is quite interesting to watch. Sometimes it is cute, more often than not, annoying.
How men can be quite obtuse when it comes to certain things but have the most insane information on inanimate events like sports, cars, body building. How they can be such cry babies for things women would brush of easily, and how they often make the worst patients but could be incredibly commanding of your compliance once the table turns.
The appeal that comes with a charismatic and knowledgeable male, the way they just seem to command respect easily.
How men tend to be very lax about disappointing events and just move through life swinging from one end to the other while maintaining “steez”.
How they can be so jocular, extreme risk takers, super confident even on rubbish, entitled and audacious.
I know these words stringed together may not sound like a compliment but it is. If women practiced audacity half the way men do, maybe the world truly will become a fairer place with aura matching aura.
I like that men are the actual romantics of the lot. Men tend to stick to their idea of their dream woman and won’t settle for anything less than what is desired.
Women on the other hand, tend to compromise a lot and just choose to adapt to whoever comes their way. I like that men can be selfless in a way that is truly admirable if they want to be, how they solider the people they love, how they are also fragile but still hold it together.
How underneath the bravado is a sensitive “gooo” of personality that the world has taught them to shield but when you encounter their depth it’s impossible to miss.
I like that men can be so beautiful sometimes that you are forced to wonder why women are called the beautiful of the lot.
When men are men, whatever that means to you, there’s such a protective thrill that comes with them being around, a subtle reassurance of sacrifice that often seems egoistic but comes from a place of honor. Yeah, they take that too far sometimes.
When you meet men of value it’s hard not to be impressed by the sentient exploration of their principles. Oh such lovely slightly aggressive and egregious creatures. Oh to be a man in a man’s world trying to make it better. How beautiful is that?
Lastly, do you want to know what I find infuriatingly vexacious about men? How they can have glowing skins with a fraction of the skincare women possess!
I am sure my narration can now help you Kickstart yours so go ahead to appreciate the lovely men in your life not just for their functionality but just that they are.
May we never run out of good men 🥂
Admiringly,
Dcconnoisseur.
Connoisseur of Memories 