Slick got me thinking about the difference between manly men and real men. I think there is a difference at least and I plan to tell you.
First let me explain that my man Erik is not a manly man although he does often refer to himself as “the manliest man in manly
man land” and that in itself makes him that much less manly. He doesn’t watch sports (he can play them he just finds them boring to watch) and he’d rather hang out with me than spend an evening drinking beers with a bunch of dudes.
He doesn’t feel the need to conform to male stereotypes such as that he wears bracelets and at times paints his nails. Of course, you all know he likes Hello Kitty. It’s not like he has dolls or anything but he just collected a few things over the years.
He is however a real man as he’s very honest, strong and passionate. He can fix just about anything in the house and he can lift anything I need him to. He can take out the trash, build me a table and cook me a fantastic dinner in one night.
Now that’s a real man.