I like men

I do! I like men. Guys who smile back when I smile at them. Guys who catch me when I blindly crash into them, and just chuckle when I apologize. Guys in big trucks who tootle their horn at me and wave me across the street. Guys who are unafraid to cry. Or laugh at a joke, or say what they really think. Men who complement me on how nice I look in that cute red jacket I’m wearing. Guys who don’t regard strong women as a threat, but welcome their strength and smarts. Men who step up and help with the housework and the childcare. Who don’t think setting the table or making supper is beneath them. Men who can run a bulldozer all damned day, and then tell you straight out that they don’t think it is their place to dictate to a woman what to do with her own body. Guys who build things. Guys who can deliver a calf or a lamb with gentleness and skill. Good guys. Caring guys. Guys who put themselves out there to help others. Yeah, I could list a whole lot of guys I have absolutely zero use for, but who needs them, when we have so many great men just like the ones I mentioned above. Fellas? Just wanted to say: you’re awesome and I love you all.