A real man....

A real man is a woman's best friend.
He will never stand her up and never let her down.
He will reassure her when she feels insecure, and comfort her after a bad day.

He will inspire her to do things she never thought she could; to live without fear and forget regret.

He will enable her to express her deepest emotions and give in to her most intimate desires.

He will make sure she always feels as though she's the most beautiful woman in the room and will enable her to be the most confident, sexy, seductive, and invincible.

No wait... sorry... I'm thinking of wine.

Never mind.

copywrong my m8 Shani -TQ

~ and according to Gareth Hunt on a radio show several years ago
- A real man wears waterproof mascara so it doesn't run when he cries -

and last Saturday ....

A real man accepts it when you say you want to eat in the kitchen (at the table). A few minutes later he declares the kitchen out of bounds until further notice; makes sure your drink is topped up, checks the level of lighting is perfect for reading your book, and disappears for a time.

A short whle later, he announces that dinner is imminent and leads you into the kitchen where the only lighting is provided by pure white candles in silver candlesticks on a perfectly set table with a tablecloth you didn't know he possessed. Flamboyant flambé follows before serving of the perfectly cooked steak, original recipe mushrooms in cream sauce and caramelised tomatoes. *deliciously happy sigh*

Conversation, compliments, and cabaret provided by the rubenesque woman across the road skipping playfully downstairs for something, having neglected to cover her curves on her way past the long staircase window. He missed it; but sat like a cat at a mousehole till she reappeared on the way back up.

He's working on the first definition.