I do damn near everything… fix stuff, create stuff, play, fight, and all the rest. In the short version, I cook (and take Executive chef courses at 5 star restaurants when time permits), I know how to clean up after myself (and do), and all the rest of that domestic crap.
I also believe that chivalry isn’t dead, I open doors, order for the lady, and will put my hand on you to guide you through a crowd or across the street. I also know that being a ‘man’ doesn’t mean I’m ‘right, better, or any of the rest of the sexist crap that gets heaped on, and that you being a ‘woman’ doesn’t make you a victim, lesser, or weak in any way.
I want to be involved with a woman who is sexual, confident, and adventurous enough to open the door in nothing but high heels and a smile when she expects me… self-aware enough to shriek in horror and slam the door when it isn’t me… has enough whimsy in her soul to collapse in a fit of giggles at the pure obscurity of the situation… and the sense of humor to NOT punch me in the knee when I show up a couple of minutes later and I say ‘oh, so that explains why the UPS guy just gave me a high five’… one resilient enough to then take my hand with a smile and continue into the bedroom for that planned hot oil massage… who is thoughtful enough to have thrown the old cotton blanket over the high thread count sheets in preparation… one sensual enough to invite me into the shower afterward, and a big enough tease to do a runway strut on the way into it.
Then for the second date…