Men and women will never be the same. We like different things. We come together because opposites attract. We fit together and it makes us whole. We get married, or not, and have a family. It’s what some of us do.
Lately, I have been witnessing the birth of a new kind of man- The metro sexual. It’s the dawn of a new decade and it’s getting worse or better in some people’s opinion.
I myself like my man to be a man. I want him to be rugged, tough, able to fix anything, and as unfeminine as he can be. He can’t be power tool challenged, scared to kill a bug, too happy to shop, or look in the mirror more than me.
He is allowed to dress stylish (I’m hoping he needs my help from time to time), cook dinner, and help clean the house. He’s also allowed to have opinions about the home décor, but he should realize he will never win that one with me.
Lots of ladies want their man to be their right hand. I think that’s great and I too enjoy the companionship of mine. However, dragging him to the nail salon for a mani and pedi creeps me out as much as dual facials, wanting him at your Tupperware demonstration and your ladies luncheon definitely exceeds the legal limit of estrogen for any blue blooded man.
If he’s picking out your wardrobe, washing your hair just because he likes to, notices the difference between your baby doll pink and Barbie colored lip gloss, that there is too much for me.
Men and women are not the same for a reason. When you throw on your pink dress and make your man’s button up shirt the same shade with a tie that matches perfectly, you are too much for me.
I do love your energy, and I respect your color coordination. I won’t promise that I’m not laughing inside over you’re his and hers outfits, or wondering what’s going on with your man’s sexuality.
Stop trying to turn your man into your shopping buddy. Gabbing your gossip to him goes in one and out the other. Let him watch football on Sundays while you head to the mall, and be thankful that he may not notice everything you do to your hair, and if you chose a dark blue eyeliner instead of black.
He’s a man! He knows how to fix flat tires, grill steaks, eat wings, check off our honey-do lists, and tell us we’re pretty. He’s going to want to get in your pants as much as he can and he’s going to love you for you if he really does love you.
I have me, myself, and I…and that’s all the estrogen needed in my girlie pink filled world. I want a man to be completely opposite of me. I want to have similar interests, but the ones that are unisex.
When I judge a man I use my father as my role model. He always likes to look good. He would never wax his eyebrows, get a manicure, match my mother’s outfit, choose Dancing with the Stars over football, or call any handy man to do the work he can do better.
It’s wonderful when a man has a sensitive side and will do anything for his woman. If you are in love you should always put each other first. Just remember that in order to be the woman you have to let him be the man.
If you want to be the pretty, sexy diva in the house, then leave him home watching baseball and golf. And, really, isn’t it fun to disagree and pick on each other for our differences? It’s playground foreplay 101!
Just be happy your man loves you and not himself more. If you keep trying to turn him into your little puppet then one day you will. You will be lying in bed feeling his silky smooth legs and they will be softer than yours.
The reasons you were attracted to him are the very same things you are trying to change about him now that he’s yours. Do you really want to turn your man into a Wo-Man?
Come on, ladies! Wise up and let your man be a man. The next time he’s watching football and lying on the couch breathe a sigh of relief! Order up some testosterone driven food, and get your estrogen butt out the door to spend your money and his!
