Understanding the Male Mind

What exactly makes a man tick? i think i know only maybe half of what makes them what they are. most men strive on ego. that, no man can deny. as small or as little they bother it, if you hit them where they are egoistical about, hell will, without a doubt, break loose.

my brother is an egoistical bugger to the highest degree. he fancies himself attractive. he thinks he's physically attractive and constantly asks me if he's got big muscles or some rot like that. true, he's physically fit, but maybe because he's my brother, i find him repulsive. i don't think he's all that attractive. his eyes are too small, he's too self absorbed, and he's very irritating. then again, he's my brother.

my dad. the quirk i notice about him is music. he's obsessed with all his vinyl records. he can sit there are polish them all afternoon in a sort of endearing bliss. men have always one singular passion. in my dad, his vinyls; in my brother, his sports; my boyfriend, his cars.

the thing is men really don't know zip about women. they think all we think of is pretty flowers, perfume, pretty clothes. but honestly, we aren't. we're much deeper. we love pretty things, true, but we're very complex beings. i won't lie... we're really irritating little things. each and everyone of us are different. the only thing i dare say we all agree on is that we need to know we're loved once in a while (the more often the better).

but telling us that you love us in words isn't all that we want. we want to see it in your actions. we want to know we're on your mind. we need to feel that we matter to you. we need to know you'll miss if we go off for a holiday. my boyfriend is just like that. there isn't a day that goes by without us telling each other that we both love each other. i hate to think that we go through even one day withouth letting each other how we feel for each other.

most people may think i'm a sap but that's how i am. and i'm glad that i found a guy that knows more or less how i think. i'm not saying i have the perfect relationship. there are times, trust me, that i feel like smacking the silly git across the head. he's not perfect, but he tries, and i thank him for that.