I am confident enough to take charge in a relationship, secure enough to enjoy the company of a strong, successful woman.

While I am not sure exactly what constitutes a metrosexual, my belt and shoes are the same color. That's as far as I go in matching accessories. I can balance a checkbook, install a ceiling fan, put in a French drain (although the French had little to do with it), still do 7th grade algebra and geometry, change a tire, and make a marinade from scratch.

I know that I can't make a woman feel truly special without feeling that she actually is.

When I sleep with a woman in my arms, our breathing will rise and fall together, and a connection will grow.

I know where the highest concentration of nerve endings are in a woman, and it's not in a place covered by a swimsuit. I know how to kiss...how to kiss the neck, the eyelids, the ear lobes, the inside of the elbow, the wrists, the fingers...

I have observed that in order to have sex, a woman must allow herself to fall in love, if only for a moment. Any women that is capable of emotionless sex might not be capable of anything else. I respect the first type, pity the second.

Live, laugh, love, and floss. And for Godsake DO NOT REMOVE THE TAGS FROM YOUR MATTRESS!

Flatten pennies on the railroad track. Or stand down by the Plaza with protest signs that read "down with protests" or "angry about nothing". Frisbee in the park. Take a dog for a walk. Have a glass of vino, then sample the cheeses at Better Cheddar, but buy the foreign chocolates in the back. Sit on the deck at Brio's and people watch.