Man Hands

One of the things that attracted me to my husband was his hands. They are large, rough and masculine but not neglected and gross. I'm sure to some of you that sounds strange, but to me a man's hands tell me what he's capable of doing. I wanted a man who could change a tire or shovel a driveway, wash dishes and fold laundry too! I know, I didn't want much at all.

But the bottom line is, I didn't want a feminine man who had never broke a sweat or savored the fruit of his own labor. Yes, this seems primitive and "hunter-gatherish" but that's just me.

This week on the Her Freedom show I'm going to be talking with Laura Dobson about real men and where they've all gone. This is going to be a great show!!! Believe it or not, I used to be a died in the wool, man hater. I did not discriminate between a male cashier or a male boss, I hated them all equally. The male species equaled pain for me and I was bound and determined to inflict the same pain upon them. I'll tell more about this story on this show this week. TUNE IN! 9:00 am (mst) on www.castlerockradio.com