You are a man. A working man. Regular Joe. Just a normal guy, living life, doing your thing and getting things done.
You are my fantasy. You posses power and strength that I do not. I long for your attention because I adore being your object of affection. Some of the adoration is sexual, sometimes it is a simple respect for something that I am not.
There is something about you that is so sexy. Bald or luxurious. Poor and rich. Adonis to average. In a business suit or jeans. Something about you makes me want to nuzzle your chest and wrap myself in your arms.
Your reality is my fantasy. Your love for women like me leaves me feeling weak in the knees and that feeling isn’t as average as one may think
I celebrate you and your average. Just as lots of wonderful and beautiful women do.
* I was inspired to write this post after a reader commented on a Mae West quote. Men feel the pressure just as women do, to be perfect. Real women don’t expect real men to be anything but what they are, men. Not only do I believe that quote by Mae West, I know it to be true … women love a man with passion and fire, regardless of what he looks like.