On the other hand
To be fair to men, what we generally like about them is their very inability to be over-complicated. I like that my husband is a man of simple habits. I am aware that he loves the dogs more than he loves me. I smile to hear him knead his toes in bed or at the special noise he makes with his mouth when he is happy-kind of a sighing, clicking sound. He enjoys the same things I do and just tunes me out when I babble on about the world. He understands and supports my efforts to improve myself however halfhearted or juvenile they may be.
My husband is a person who appreciates a leaf pile. He listens to me talk about plants and tends to love them as individuals as I do. We have silly conversations about the asparagus fern becoming buddies with the ficus tree. He understands and shares my attraction to water and the ever changing activities of the lake if only one just sits still and watches.
This same man still does not know when my birthday is or when our anniversary is. He got a particular date stuck in his head 27 years ago and that is that. He doesn’t notice haircuts, even highlights go unremarked. He will eat almost anything that I prepare and call it good. He has never cleaned the toilet. He puts off the tax returns until it’s almost time to file again. He procrastinates and sometimes tells an untruth so as to avoid the heat of a wife’s rage.
He is still my best friend and a very comfortable bedmate on a cold night.