Yesterday, I wrote about three things that irritate me about the opposite gender.
Today, I am writing three things I love about them.
I love men. A lot.
• I love their exceptional gift of forgetfulness.
I became a kind of person who would never go to bed with a grudge and it has never mattered if I was the one on the wrong side or not.
I learnt this from a man and I must confess that I have had more peace.
Although it makes a few people think really low of me, but peace is always more important to me.
I love that men have the ability to key things go.
I have seen so many get into fights and make up before the blink of an eye and I find it really beautiful.
However, there's a kind of forgetfulness that doesn't bring peace - forgetting important birthdays and talks and the rest of it.
• Men's passion for the things they love.
These passions could be for football, films, books, photography, video games and so many other things.
I love to watch and listen to men talk about these things with a kind of an undying passion.
Watching a man believe in something with everything in him.
He loves it. Cries for it. Feeds it, stands by it even when nothing about it makes sense at that moment, and he mourns it when it dies. He celebrates it.
• Men's loyalty to their friends - males especially.
This is one of the most beautiful things I love about men. They have each other's backs almost every time.
There's really nothing too much to do to get into their circle - just be their kind of good person and it won't matter anymore if you have a penis or a vagina.
They can be partners in crime. In deeds. In whatever situations that presents itself.
I also love that men are simple especially when it comes to friendship.
It doesn't always take too much.
Just wear a man's kind of tee, or drink his brand of beer, cover up for him for just one little thing, or just open up about a challenge and you become a 'Bro.' They are simple like that.
And I love the kind with voices so deep, shoulders so broad. Beards so black.
This is not about every man.
I have met 'men' who are complete opposites of all I have written above.
I have met the ones who fight as though grudges now pay the bills.
The ones who are way confused about what they want - to do with and for their lives.
The ones who snitch. They kiss and tell.
I've even met the ones who try to kiss, do not succeed but still tell that they did.
I think that men are very beautiful creatures and I love them so passionately.