Eng here and I am chuckling to myself, as I write this. Why? Because my husband will probably say that I don't know what I am talking about.

I must preface. Even though, I have figured men out, having had one of my own for 14 years now, I still get it wrong. But just because you could drive, doesn't mean that accidents will never happen, right?

Men. Those of us who want one... want a good one. One to respect us. Love us. Make us laugh. Ravage us in the bedroom, and every other room in the house. A man who takes our breath away. A man who compliments our cooking. A man who tells us we are hot. A man who loves us more than his mother. A man who would give everything up for us.