There's just something about a man...

Most Fridays I come home from dance, watch the new episode of Grey's Anatomy, eat some dinner, and... that's about it.  I might not be very social, but I'm always exhausted by the time Friday rolls around, so who cares?

Anyway, this is about a man.  Or men, rather.  Here's the deal:  I adore men.  I'm not talking about guys, I'm talking real men.  Tall, strong, independent, happy, serious, defined features, five o'clock shadow, successful, powerful, protective, deep voice, passionate. (Okay, so the physical features aren't as important, but they certainly help.)  In essence: masculine.  I don't see a lot of that where I am, but when I do... man, I am happy.  No offense to dancers, but they are just a little too sensitive, a little too emotional, and a little too feminine most of the time.  It's not a bad thing, necessarily, it's just not my thing.  Madi however?  And I quote: "He's just too manly for me."  So if you're one of those guys, ask Madi out.  She likes dancer boys.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this exactly.  I think I am just saying that I love when men embrace their masculinity.  Wear flannel, chop down a tree, cook some dinner, be totally committed... something.  If you're like that, come find me. 

In the meantime, here's a prime example of a man.  Enjoy.