This is an article written by Cathleen Calbert back in September of 2009. My friend posted this on Facebook, and we got into a discussion on our preferences: do we want a man or a guy? She wants a guy whereas I like a man. The author married a guy, and it seems that the mature choice is a guy. But then maybe you’re like me hopelessly dreaming for a man.
The article is long and instead of reposting it, I’m breaking it out into a list. And this would be two parts because the list is, again, somewhat long.
We’re gonna start with the Guy.
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Guys are often in between things like jobs and houses, which means they’re more likely to stay up with you all night, drinking wine and playing gin rummy.
They’ll rub your belly. They’ll lick chocolate off it.
They’ll like your cute little dog.
When going on a trip, guys say, “Love you, have fun,” because they can’t imagine anything bad happening to you.
Guys can wallow in confusion. They can decide to leave their brides on one side of the country as they head to the other.
Guys can sweetly stick. Yes, they’ll walk past whole bags of garbage without seeing them, they’ll play their guitar while the dog snags an entire meatloaf from the counter and eats it, but they’ll say, “Hi, sweetie,” when you walk in the door, laden with groceries.
They’ll go into therapy to better understand their crazy selves.
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Guys wear the kind of clothes they wore as boys even when their hair silvers: cool jeans and baseball jackets coupled with stupid T-shirts boasting faded logos from exotic locales.
Guys are boys who didn’t grow up to be men.
Guys are capable of swooning over a new writer they’ve just discovered, or of speaking passionately about some idea.
A guy is a possibility.
Original article: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/20/fashion/20love.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0
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