Why we love men ! Because they have large hands with short
fingernails , the matte color . We love men because they give you that feeling
when you grab the hand - you're safe. Nobody will steal you a man , because he
is the temple of your desires and sufferings . We love men because their guise
iron alloy often hides a soul abandoned cat . Because they smell your skin and
say that you scrub cinnamon again . For they trembled beside you , dressed in
their coat . To smell their face after shaving . For how delicate is their face
after shaving . For baritone voices and their voices when they wake up from
sleep. For full minute comparison between the BMW and the new Mercedes . For
how to wake up early in the morning and I make coffee . For as always control
their powers when you fight with pillows , and how you control them and not let
yours. For their meal portions gigantic smile on their face when you eat
something cooked . For as I found at midnight , winter, fresh strawberries ,
tomatoes and tasteless . For how you feel when you include , as if the world
ended and you are locked in a small room with walls the color of the sunset and
the smell of jasmine . For times when I grabbed his head with both hands and
kissed your forehead.
We love men because we are part of them , that if we believe
in history we pressed on his shoulders .
We love men because it helps us to know somehow through them
, beyond what we find in the privacy of their own soul .
We love men because they know how important we are and feel
that without us , the beauty and affection would not find place in this
universe.
We love men because they have strong hands that we love when
we get in free fall .
We love men because that make us more secure us and tell us
that our pragmatism used in extreme cases.
We love men because they are still asking, "What do
women want ? " .
We love men because we hug in the morning before we get out
of bed in the evening before bedtime.
We love men because as we learned from our mothers .
We love men because they touch the soul with just a few
words so simple and yet loaded.
We love men because they wear their rigorous and a simple
shirt makes them look so important .
We love men because , although sometimes harsh expressions
and looks twisted , obscure the immeasurable love .
We love men because their hardness and cigarette between his
fingers .
We love men because somehow they remain some children who
daydream .
We love men because always drink coffee without milk.
We love men because most of them know to cook.
We love men that appreciate a beautiful woman .
We love men because , beyond the assumed seriousness, poked
its nose into our hair and sleep there, as if there is "home" .
We love men that are attentive to detail and I know almost
all the time, it was when you were the most beautiful .
We love men because men love their fragrance stay all day we
just bought blouse .
We love men because our genes as some butterfly kisses
brainless night.
We love men because they have no idea how to handle a rifle
and still hunt all the time.
We love men because they understand what it means to drive a
real car .
We love men because , although long gone adolescence are
still the best games on the computer.
We love men because they are cowards, but do not admit it to
themselves and enjoy the hardest decisions women in their place.
We love men because they are afraid of the dentist even
though they are able to fight with the toughest guy if I offend girlfriend or
mother.
We love men because they do not allow women to be better in
the eyes of other women. They think it's their merit .
We love men because I do not know to distinguish colors when
you say that wearing pink clover is like you speak of a conspiracy theory .
We love men that do not distinguish between the skirt and
dress.
We love men because they make important promises immediately
after sex.
In a word because they are men.
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