….on how to name this post. I’m toying with “If you’re a man… I love you” or “There are some things…that men are just meant to do.”

I have always been taken aback by the gift that is man. Not “man” in general – man as in “men”. Yes, half of the population on the planet. I have no shame – I love all that you are.

I am in awe of your strength. Your effortlessness of carrying the “heavy things”. The way you offer your coat to the woman that is cold. They way you give up your seat on the bus. The way you look at your daughter with love and the look behind it to any boy looking her way “I’ll kill you if you hurt her”. The way you kill Bambi to provide for your family. (Okay – I don’t like that one but you get the point.)

What makes me proclaim this now? No worries, I will eventually make a point. I have always said at random that I love men &  it has never been a secret on my writers forum especially as my avatar’s have often been men such as Mike Rowe, Chris Evans & Nicolas Lemons (thank you Dolce & Gabbana). That being said, hubby knows every time I change my avatar because being the jerk that I am, I share EVERY aspect of my life with him be it good or bad ;) . I get acknowledged with a shake of the head which is probably Tom talk for “You’re a loon woman, but I married you.” Just this morning over coffee we discussed having neighboring nursing homes with my daughter giggling in her cereal. We decided I needed one for those who have lost their minds but he would need assistance for being a gimp. Yes, never a dull morning at our house. This is what breakfast usually looks like:

cereal

Back to men… About a month ago  I waited in my car for my daughter to finish bowling. She says she’s worse when I watch so I waited in the car (& I looked forward to the nap). I didn’t take the keys out of the ignition so my lights stayed on & my battery went dead. (Note to AWers – this is one of those rare moments when I say “my battery” & I’m not referring to cray ;) ) No problem. I walked to the nearest man, smiled and asked him to jump me. Now, because he wasn’t a writer, he knew that my battery was dead. If he was, you know this would have gone over differently. (*nudge nudge wink wink*) Car started – we went home – end of story. This morning I filled with gas as the keys were in & the radio was on (like I always do) but in just those 2 minutes – it went dead. I must need a new battery but I still had to get to work. No.man.in.sight. Dammit! I know the manager of the gas station & she pulled her truck up and we managed to figure it out without blowing ourselves up. I should feel a sense of pride but I don’t. I simply didn’t want to do it & don’t care to ever again. Some things are just better left for a man…in my humble opinion anyway. You feminists can take your stand. There are a lot of things I can do but just “choose” not to :P . Like the man that will screw up the laundry so he doesn’t have to do it again, the woman will mow the lawn “not quite right” to get out of it as well.

There is a natural order to things. You leave the recycling on the counter – we will put it in the bin.

You mow the lawn, I will vacuum & dust. (not that you ever would anyway)

I will shop, you help carry it in the house.

Battle of the sexes my rear. I.need.men. They win.

For all you women that like changing your own tires, jumping your batteries, knowing how to set your car back to American readings after your battery dies, and mowing your lawns, I salute you. I, for one, still like it done for me. Maybe I’m just a princess but I’m okay with that.