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Remember when real men didn't eat quiche or wear pink?
Maybe I am just one of those women who really appreciate a good whisker burn, I don't know.
I just like cavemen.
I think its funny when they burp. I laugh at fart jokes. I think Jim Belushi is the bomb!
When I run across a *real* guy I don't hold his testosterone against him. I'm much more likely to want to hold it against me. I think I get high off the stuff.
I don't want a wussy boy who wears make-up and admires my shoes.
I want wolf whistles from some messy-headed manly man with a beer in one hand while he holds my door open with the other all the while looking me up and down and asking "What's for dinner baby" like I am the one woman who can take care of ALL his hungers.
I don't want him to be prettier than me.
The guy I am going to fall for is the type who will come out in the pouring rain to get the groceries because he doesn't want me to get wet. He couldn't care less what it does to his doc martens. He probably won't even own a pair. He might even come out in the rain barefoot (maybe even making that gorgeous Tim Allen's barking noise). I'm sure his jeans will be worn at the knees and butt, his t-shirt will probably have some off color remark written across his chest.
His smile will be warm and welcoming though.
He'll be happy to see me. Glad that I am his even if I act like such a girl sometimes.
He will wonder how the car is running but grow bored when I start rattling on too much about the usual BS gossip at work. He'll distract me with lecherous gropes and whisper sweet and naughty nothings against my ear. I'll have to remind him that kids are about because he won't even notice and if he does, he probably won't care.
He definitely will not be clean shaven at 5 in the evening wearing manpris, mandals and carrying a murse!
Girly men are for amazons. I want a caveman.....all man all the time.......