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What I Strive To Be:
A man looks out for those around him- woman, friend, stranger.
A man can speak to dogs.
A man knows how to sneak a look at cleavage and doesnít care if he gets busted once in a while.
A man is good at his job. It doesnít matter what his job is, because if a man doesnít like his job, he gets a new one.
A man can look you up and down and figure some things out. Before you say a word, he makes you. A man infers.
A man owns up, grasps his mistakes. He lays claim to who he is, and what he was, whether he likes him or not.
A man loves the human body, the revelation of nakedness. He loves the sight of the pale breast, the physics of the human skeleton, the alternating current of the flesh. He is thrilled by the wrist, the sight of a bare shoulder. He likes the crease of a bent knee.
A man doesnít point out that he did the dishes.
A man looks out for children.
A man welcomes the coming of age. It frees him.
A man gets the door. Without thinking.
A man knows how to lose an afternoon. He knows how to lose a month, also.
A man listens.
A man is comfortable being alone. Loves being alone, actually. He sleeps.
Or he stands watch. He interrupts trouble.
A man loves driving alone most of all.
Style - a man has that.
A man does not know everything. He doesnít try. He likes what other men know.
A man can tell you he was wrong.
In this way, in these moments, the man is like a zoo animal: both captive and free.
You cannot take your eyes off a man when he is like that. You shouldnít
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