I Married A Man
I married a manly man. A guy with a rough face and gentle, huge hands. A guy with a pinkie larger than my thumb. With a broad, deep chest and strong arms. And—kids, stop reading here—a hot ass. A man who gets it that all you really need to be a great lover is willingness, the desire to bring your beloved joy. That the two things you need everywhere are kindness and respect. A man who holds hands and gives backrubs that are ends unto themselves. A man who has all that.




