Men! What makes a man? Is it his aura? His intellect? His talents? His masculinity? His brawn? His money? What is the secret that makes a woman tremble? Do we want a man that is exquisite? Must he be sensitive? Shouldn’t he feel our unspoken words? Should he make us feel diminutive and stunning?
Ah, how I love to look upon a man poised with primal masculinity. Eyes submerged in color, flickering in the draw of their smile. Yielding lips whispering, waiting, inviting. His hair rich and thick as the silky strands solicit your touch.
I love to observe a man that is confident and ready to be admired. The way he walks, dresses and his contemplation of preeminence. Oh, that more of these men could enhance my dreams.
Okay, enough nonsense! Woman are contrived to tumble into their virile veneer. Once we have our man, what is it we are wanting? A protector? A provider? A friend? A lover? Are we looking for a man who will woo us, share his life with us and make us a part of his world? Do we need him to be a part of ours?
Can any man obtain our vision? Can it be we hold them to a standard that is unattainable? Underneath the layers of visceral maleness is a boy! A boy who’s been channeled to grow into this image of confidence. As their new role becomes clear we woman whisper and stare at their presence. We create the self-assured, swaggering hunter before us. Lured as prey we sub come to the touch of hard, strong hands that embrace our substances. His lips stroking, finding, possessing deepen our plea for……what? Love! Sex! Devotion!
Yeah, us woman are fools! We fall for this fantasy, as we search for that perfect man. The man that will make our dreams come true. The man who will know our needs before we do. The man who can maintain that outer charisma while giving completely, to us, his gentler, loving, ardent devotion. Let’s not stop there – no, we want this man to thrill us each and every day as he did that first day, that first time, that first touch, that first kiss, that first embrace.
Let’s face the truth – a man, in love, becomes the boy again. He wants a woman to care for him, cook for him, look for him alone, and be beautiful for him. When they find this woman the animal within begins to wane. He will fart, eat, and sit in the recliner as you bring him a beer. He will spend more time with his friends now that he’s no longer on the prowl. Yep, this man who once was the scent of masculinity is now wearing an old ripped t-shirt and jeans that sag in the crotch and haven’t been cleaned in weeks. Gone are the days his presence would make you tremble. Gone are the days the cut of his clothes teased you with the presence of rippling muscles, trim waistline and long lean thighs.
Would we still look for the man in tight jeans, or a designer suit, if we knew what we would get in the end, I think……we would.