Men

Recently I met with a friend for coffee and cake and to catch up on what we've been doing over the last two months since we last caught up. She's doing well and I was happy to tell her I was also. The conversation flowed and we began talking about how our guys have been.

Our partners used to work together some time ago, we met through them, they do different things now but remain close, bonded through their former experiences. They've faced challenges, dealt with adversity, done difficult things, and have experienced the highs that have come from success and the lows that quite often come with their line of work. Today, we talked about that and both agreed we were fortunate to have such men in our lives.

Men.

I mean real men, when I write that word; too often now that word seems to have lost its meaning or value as societal changes have come to pass. I don't need a man to be able to ride a bucking bronco, rope a steer or shoot the center out of the ace of hearts from a deck of cards with a revolver, such things don't necessarily make a man. But other things do, and I see a lot of those things diminishing.

What makes a man is manners and courtesy, compassion, genuine caring, the ability to give of themselves generously and being a person who knows how to stand up for and protect those who cannot do it for themselves. It's having a sense of humor, the ability to make me laugh and to laugh at himself, and to possess a confidence in themselves that doesn't lean towards arrogance. A man knows how to take care of himself and those around him and knows how to reflect inwardly, understands his strengths and weakness and works on improvement, he seeks to lift those around him, not drag them down. He is happy to be an individual, maintain his honor and integrity, to do the right thing even if it's not popular; I could go on and on but I won't.

Society has changed so much and I'm not altogether sure it's moved in the right direction in many ways.

Men choosing to wear make up and dresses for instance, to identify as a woman to compete against women in sport; freedom of choice of course, but that's not the sort of man I'm interested in. No, I like my man, a guy who knows how to treat me, his girl, and women in general. A man who is reliable, dependable and capable and a man who makes me laugh, my knees go week with desire and the happiest woman I could hope to be.

I loved chatting with my friend today and we loved talking about our men; they're not perfect, very far from that, but they're men in the true sense, gentlemen, and we are happy and fortunate to have them. Of course, they've got us in return and we think they're super lucky to have us as well. 🙃