HE is rugged.
I don’t actually know when the last installment of my weekly man griping posts will be, but probably soon. I’m running out of ammo. Even this installment isn't so much about girly men as it is about how men SHOULD be - handy and rugged.
There are men who can fix things and get dirty, and man-women who don’t know what the difference is between a nail and a screw (HAHA any one else find that really funny?) I’ve never been one to proclaim that I’m handy, know cars (I tried to tell Rio about a car my friend is selling, and when he asked questions about the engine or something, I told him the car was blue), or like doing guy things like hunting or fishing (god, it’s all so boring). I like the rugged country guys. I’m not, by any means, a get-down-and-dirty kind of girl (oh my GOD, these terms are so funny to write when I don’t mean it in a sexual way but that’s the only way I take it), but I do like the country more than the city. Granted, being out in the wilderness is not my idea of a good time. I do not like bugs, dirt, rain, being dirty when I can’t have a nice shower, or sleeping outside. I do, however, love horses, riding, country music, and 4-wheeling. I love the wide open space of the country, but it’s kind of necessary for me to have a house with heat or A/C (depending on the season), running water, a comfy bed, and electricity. I like the comforts of city living in the country, I guess. Or I just want to be rich. I would love to be a ranch hand if I could clean up at the end of the day and sleep in a really comfy bed. What? I’m still a lady, even if I don’t act like it at the best of times.
I got a little off topic there. So, basically, my point is that I’ve been surrounded by both country and city guys. In general, I mean. Again, I’m not so vain as to assume that I have the pick of the litter, so to speak, when it comes to men around me. However, even if I don’t like to camp, hunt, or fish, I find it very attractive when a guy does. I like a guy that’s good with his hands (heh) and knows how to fix things. Just because he desperately enjoys being smelly for days on end and catching and killing his food doesn’t mean that I’ll be right there beside him doing it, too. He has his own life. I’ll be getting manicures while he does that. I won’t be building fires or…other camping things when at a campsite. I will, however, be in the general vicinity with a magazine, a lawn chair, plenty of bug spray, and a beer. That’s my idea of camping. It’s all about compromise. But when the inside of his car is purple and sparkly? No. Just...no. It's right up there with the guy that goes on and on about cars and soups them up all pretty like. It's a car. Know how to fix it. Don't know how to decorate it.
This leads me to the handyman type of guy. I’m not handy. Like, at all. I once hammered a tack into my wall using the bottom of my sunscreen bottle. I take my car to a mechanic or my Dad. I call my landlord when something breaks. That’s not to say that I can’t learn how to do these types of things (I learned how to fill up my windshield wiper fluid thing!) – I just don’t want to. So call it a double standard if you will, but even if a guy doesn’t do the handy stuff, it’s still attractive to know that he can. And then I’d throw him a beer as he’s doing his thing while I’m writing a hilarious yet meaningful and thought provoking blog (or book – I have dreams). But if HE starts hammering things with a sunscreen bottle, any attraction to him would explode – and not in a good way.
I know it’s a lot to ask of guys to just KNOW how to do handy things. So that’s why, when I get over my fear of everything to do with relationships, I will search for a guy from the country that knows how to be a man (at least the kind of man that I find attractive). Because if a guy ever asked me to get a manicure with him, I’d tell him to go sit in a puddle of mud with beers and a shotgun until the manliness soaked into him. Or something.
Love,
Bella
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