Why I Love Men

I know I give all the women in my Life way too much importance that I tend to forget what all the men do( I can see all of you in my mind's eye saying - Don't we all.). So let me get this right. This is for all the men who have been a part of my life - My Father, Uncle, Brothers, Friends and ex- Boyfriends. I know I've taken all of you for granted because it's so so easy to communicate with a woman who shares my pain rather than you who don't understand why it is that I need to be crazy and teary, bright and bubbly, sarcastic and corny.

Here's to all my Men.

• It's your silence when I share a part of me, and even when you don't know how to react, being quiet is sometimes the best thing there is to offer as comfort.
• It's that masculinity though very annoying and inappropriate if you ask me to change my clothes a dozen times to please you, makes it endearing that you chose to be protective that way.
• It's when you snarl at other men gawking at me and shift closer to my side with a hand on my shoulder or waist.
• That smile in your eyes when you're proud of the way I talk you down in any argument or spar with words so it ends in a playful war of words and nothing else.
• It's also the small surprises and shy, awkward glances (on first dates usually) that don't come back, so you re-live it only in memories. 
• It's how you're interested in the friends I make and want to hear all the things we talk about just because you wonder what silly-girl talk is all about.
• It's how you assume responsibility of  being in the role of bread-winner so effortlessly.
• It's that easy - to - go attitude to take charge when things go wrong and put your best foot forward at times of a crisis.
• It's that absolute and passionate love - the way you do your thing.
• The way you walk your walk and talk you talk. Smooth Operator, alright.

Why do I love Men?

The easiest answer to that is that they constantly surprise me. It's their tenderness underneath all that hard exterior. If I find it hard to see through an angry man. A friend gave me a useful tip ' Imagine a hurt child in his place' and you're perspective changes completely.