I am a daughter. I am a wife. I am a mother. But through it all, I have been and always will be, a woman.

Real Men

Maybe the media is right.  I’ve rarely ever considered that idea, but the old saying about 100 monkeys with 100 typewriters in 100 years could produce Shakespeare comes to mind.  Maybe television is right.

I watched one of my favorite shows last night, Drop Dead Diva.  On it, the main character tried to get one of her friends to take out her love interest to cheer him up, and in the process “learn how to be more of a guy.”  Her examples were asking him if he had ever changed a tire, knew anything about sports, etc.  His answer was “No” which was funny, but it made me think.  Other shows have brought up the same question to my mind.  What DOES it mean to “be a guy.”

My husband reads a blog called The Art of Manliness.  This is actually a really cool blog.  It talks about how to sharpen a tools, good sportsmanship, how a man should decorate a room (A room, not a house), and even love.  He actually gives good advice (in my opinion).  I couldn’t find the writer’s name, but he seems devoted to turning males into “men.”  Practical applications such as sharpening tools my husband still does, but I don’t know many other men who do.  And love.  This is not a topic for which most men will even stay in the room to listen!  But this writer gives a …. well, “manly” view of how to keep real romantic love alive in a relationship.  I like him.

I remember growing up, a real MAN was tall, dark, rugged.  He could hold his wife with one arm while lifting the bumper of a car off the ground with the other.  He was debonair like James Bond.  He was rugged like a lumberjack.  He was charming like Rhett Butler.  He was sweet like Clark Kent.  He was strong like Superman.  He was smart, elegant, dashing, handsome, powerful, larger than life.  He looked just as comfortable in a tuxedo as he did in bluejeans.  Do you ladies remember him?  He was Sean Connery, Tom Selleck, Christopher Reeve, John Schneider, Lee Horsley…..I could go on, but those were my picks.  Who were yours?

But then I grew up.  I looked for other qualities in a man.  Oh, I still wanted those, but I also wanted humor, sensitivity, compassion.  I wanted a friend to listen to me at night.  I wanted a lover to sweep me off my feet one night, and seduce me the next.  I wanted a REAL man, not a real MAN.  I still wanted him perfect, of course, but I wanted him perfect for me.  And some qualities can be given up for others.  A man doesn’t have to be dashing or debonair, if he’s compassionate and understanding.  He doesn’t have to be a perfect physical specimen of man if he is attractive to me.  He doesn’t have to be powerful if he’s strong enough to lead my family.  He doesn’t have to be genius, as long as he’s smart enough to have a conversation with me.

I didn’t want Tim Taylor saying, “Arrr, Arr, Arr.” {shudder}
I didn’t want Tarzan beating his chest. {eyes rolling}
I didn’t want Anthony DiNozzo. {no time for aging frat boys}

All in all, I think I got the whole package.  My husband is stubborn, polite, willful, funny, compassionate, understanding, hard headed, smart, dashing, handsome, a little overweight, elegant, tall, dark, handsome,and…….mine.  He’s perfect for me.  He is a REAL MAN.  He’s a gentleman and a country boy.  He’s at home in dress shoes, boots, or barefoot.  He’s responsible and playful.  And he takes care of me and our kids.

And he can change a tire.  🙂

I want our boys to be just like him.  And that is really the point, isn’t it.

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