It has been my experience, with the men in my life, husband, parents, grandparents, brother, and friends, that men like to do active, sometimes sweaty, sometimes dangerous things, and sometimes they like to do them implulsively.
I had the pleasure of hearing Lysa TerKuerst (Author of Capture Her Heart and Capture His Heart) speak a few years ago. She spoke about letting men be men. About not trying to conform them to a woman's way of thinking. Let them be dangerous once in awhile. It's in their blood. You'll have a happier husband if you let him be adventurous, grunt, flex his muscles, and scratch his butt.
Her husband had always dreamed of shooting a bow and arrow. Not just any bow and arrow set, but a titanium 100 pound one that would kill a big, big animal. She scrimped and saved for years to send him on a safari.
For Christmas one year she presented him with a much smaller bow and arrow set (as a hint) and the airline tickets. Then up on the screen she showed her husband with a smile from ear to ear, sitting next to a big boar he had killed, gripping a huge bow.
This year my husband wanted to take motorcycle lessons. He passed his test a few weeks ago. We've been out looking at bikes together. I just watch him drool, ooh and aah at the chrome and all the gadgets. We're saving up to buy a bike and hopefully can get one pretty soon.




