i like a man who is comfortable enough in his manhood to get caught feeding racoons (who tear up the trash) cat food cause they look hungry. is scarey enough to have actually made some horrid boy my daughter brought home at the age of 15 pee his pants without trying to be intimidating, and sweet and cuddly enough to be adored by his daughters and grandchildren (and me) he is 45 years old and still has barely any chest hair. and he love and appreciates me enough that after 20 years of marriage he still thanks me every nite when i fix him dinner, and means it. and who doesn't understand why i am scared of the whole world, but will staand beside me and make me feel safe when ever i get up enough nerve to leave the house, with never a complaint. that is my idea of the perfect man.

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