I like a man...

This really stood out for me today... Sexie Sadie's Confession #468

I like a man who will tell me I'm beautiful ... as he shoves his **** deep inside of me.

I like a man who will play with a dog, love his Grandma, and hold a child in his lap.

I like a man who lives his life with intent, purpose and freedom.

I like a man who, even when he is going through a hard time, knows that he will be better for it eventually.

I like a man who is creative and who take risks with that creativity, regardless of the precariousness of the outcome.

I like a man who is tall. Or short. Or in between.

I like a man who is not threatened by a woman's sexuality but might be just intimidated enough that he can't always manage to look at her directly.

I like a man who believes in the power of his **** ... but isn't cocky about that ****.

I like a man who understand that happiness is subject to change, and back again.

I like a man whose vulnerability will peek through at the most unexpected times - on a Sunday morning over breakfast tacos, in a cafe while reminiscing about high school, or in the backyard at dusk while swatting away the mosquitos.

I like a man who will admit when he's wrong ... and forgive me when I am.

I like a man who dresses as if he has somewhere to be, even though, when he reaches his destination, his clothes will inevitably end up in a careless lump in the middle of the floor.

I like a man who says thank you.

I really like a man who says thank you.

Yes, I really, really like a man who says thank you.

Men.

I like 'em.

Yes I do.