What Women Like, At Least In My Opinion :P

    Women like a man who is liberated or in other words a man who will treat her as his equal.
    Women like a man who is smart and witty or in other words a man with a sense of humor. Intelligence is highly underrated in the sexy quotient, but believe me, nothing is sexier than a man with intelligence and the ability to use it to express humor.

    Women like  man who likes animals, Immanuel Kant said, “He who is cruel to animals becomes hard also in his dealings with men. We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.”I believe this is true.

    Women do like a man who likes to cuddle. We women are emotional creatures, we like all that touchy feely stuff, like cuddling. On that note women like intimacy, those moments when her man feels safe enough with her to confide in her and share his heart. But sometimes an intimate moment can be just as intimate with no words, this would usually include cuddling.

   Women like  man who is a little possessive, mind you I said a little, not psycho jealous, just that notion that she is his and his alone.

    There is so much more and each individual finds their own way in their personal relationship with the one they love. Speaking from my own perspective,  women do tend to talk a lot and I definitely fit that bill, but the finest moments are when I am listening to what the man I love has to say. I value everything he thinks and shares with me because I value him. He is irreplaceable, there is no other person like him on earth, the things I love about him is everything he is inside. I feel like I have this treasure I get to unwrap every time we are together. What a beautiful treasure it is. To quote Robert Burns (taking the poetic liberty to change lass to lad), 

Oh, my love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June
Oh, my love is like a melody
That's sweetly played in tune
As fair art thou, my bonnie lad,
So deep in love am I
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry."
Til all the seas gang dry my, my dear
And the rocks melt with the sun
And I will love thee still, my dear
While the sands of life shall run
But fare thee well, my only love
Oh, fare thee well a while
And I will come again, my love
Tho' 't were ten thousand mile