More pictures of men wearing an apron while washing dishes should be on the cover of romance novels. I might actually become a fan of the genre if some of the men were depicted a little more wife-like. Is that reverse sexism?
I am crazy lucky that I married Hank. We all three get kinda messy sometimes, but then one day I’ll come home from work and the whole house is clean. He’s an all-or-nothing type cleaner. I am a nothing-or-kick-it-under-the-futon-before-the-guests-arrive type cleaner.
My husband likes to buy industrial sized cleaning tools. That sounds dirty. We have the kind of mop that you ring out in the giant yellow bucket. And now we have one of those long-handled, tilting dust pans you see restaurant employees using. He likes to try new techniques. He is so hot. I’m completely serious. There is something about a man doing housework that gets me so turned on. Gentlemen out there, give it a try with your significant other. Put on a white T-shirt and jeans, an apron, and start making dinner and cleaning the kitchen. Fold and put away a load of laundry while you’re waiting on dinner to cook. You are so getting laid tonight.
Ok, it’s ridiculous for me to speak for everyone. That’s kind of my point. Attraction is subjective. We all like different things. I don’t like the usual jocks that are displayed in men’s underwear and cologne ads. I’m not into firemen, Chippendale’s, anyone in a suit, and anyone in power over other people. Domesticity really does it for me. Oh baby, scrub that hard wood floor. Oh yeah, squeeze some of that polish on there, make it glisten.
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