Gentlemen, please

I have posted on various topics surrounding my love of men including sexiness, style and sex appeal. I have a thing for lips, eyes, arms and arses. In that order.  However, one of the most redeeming qualities of a man is gentleness. I'm not after some sappy weakling. Hell no! I like manly men - hairy chests, deep voices, strong arms and a penchant for mechanics. But I am a sucker for a gentleman. Give me manners, good personal hygiene (including soft clean hands), punctuality, stylish dressing and respectful behaviour and I am putty in your hands and, for those that know me, that is no mean feat. I can be a hard arsed biatch! I have more balls than most men so the man for me needs to not only be able to cope with my feisty behaviour but be smart enough to see that I am the way I am out of necessity. I have borne the responsibility of everything for a very long time so I have adapted and adjusted to ensure that the needs of my children are met. I am sure that, with time, I will soften again.

To me, a gentleman is:

• Courteous (yes, please open the door for me; chivalry should not be dead)
• Kind
• Open-minded
• Confident (not arrogant)
• Honest
• Capable of feeling and expressing emotion

There are other qualities that make a gentleman including never kiss and tell, making the first move and respect for a woman's baggage.

Unlike many women, I do not expect a gentleman to offer to pay. While this is sweet and ridiculously flattering I believe it is unnecessary. And, honestly, it makes me quite uncomfortable. Perhaps this is because I don't believe that I am worthy of someone spending their hard earned on me. It is something I am working on accepting. From time to time.