Alright, I Admit It...

I consider myself a very liberated, independent woman...
and yet...
there is something irresistible, knee-weakening, eyelash-fluttering and completely dashing about a man who will get into a fight on your behalf.

Yes, I know - I can hear all of my fellow 'women's libbers' now...
"What! How could you say that!"
"As if a woman needs a man to defend her!"
"I can take care of myself."

Yeah - Yeah, I hear you but COME ON!
Really?!?

A man is willing to put his body on the line to protect/defend you!!

Who the f*ck are you kidding - it is awesome - in a giddy like Christmas morning kind of fabulous way :)

NOT that you tell him - of course.
As a liberated independent woman I am forced to 'act' affronted, possibly even indignant but on the inside...
I have turned into a puddle of mushy girlie-ness that would shock Barbie!

This has only happened to me twice in my whole life...but Ooooo ;)
Once was a boyfriend and once was a friend - but it was SO GREAT (tehe - snicker - blush)...
see even thinking about it again makes me giddy!

They thought so much of me to think that I needed their protection.

And that is really what it is all about - they 'value' you that much. Who doesn't want that?!

And by the way, if you say differently, well, let's face it - you're lying.