A True Man

In all my life, I've ever only met two real men. One of them was my Daddy. He worked hard every day and then would come home and deal with the eight of us. Mama never worked, but with all of the foster children, her biggest threat was, "Wait until your Daddy gets home!" But he always listened to our side of things first, before meting out any punishment. When he would walk in the door at the end of the day, he would call out, "Hello Sunshine!", grab Mama and kiss her soundly. Her face was always a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment when he did that, but I'll always remember his greetings to her as an example of true love and masculinity. I remember at dinner, every night, he would give the blessing and then he would say to Mama, "Delicious dinner, Mother! Don't you think so, kids?" And we would all chorus back, "Yes!" If we didn't, it was considered disrespectful and he wouldn't have it. He ruled with an iron fist, but it was always open when it came to Mama, she was the love of his life.

My husband Joe is the other real man in my life. I can now say with a certainty, that the other guys I thought were men were truly only boys; they never helped me with anything, only used me for what they could get, and then left me high and dry. Joe holds doors for me, tells me I'm beautiful every day, and best of all, he works. He works hard. At home, and at work, and he won't let me do any hard chores. He listens to my opinion and takes my advice. We are equals in every sense of the word, but he treats me like a lady. And he would never dream of taking my favors without my freely giving them. He respects me and all other women. That's a true masculine man. And let me tell you, it's a hell of a turn on. Nothing is sexier than a man who doesn't think he's too much man to help his woman.