I married a very particular breed of man. He's solitary. Brilliant.
Obsessed with reading and learning anything new he's not familiar with.
He's an angler through and through and through and through. These men are not even "a man's man" kinda man. There are plenty of men he doesn't like and boy howdy is he EVER willing to let you know. A former Marine (adds in a dash of intimidating and crazy to the mix). Mechanical above and beyond my wildest "Mr. Fix it" dreams. He doesn't do crawl spaces, that's it.
Can you imagine him "shopping"? Malls and a fishermen are on the endangered species list.
Do you think he's thinking about his clothes? Not a chance in hell.
He insists I don't dress him, but really, his entire closet consists of clothes I've bought. I wanted to convey the delicate balance that must be achieved in order to dress a man. Because real men aren't thinking about what they wear, nor do they care. But I wouldn't want it any other way.
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