A Real Man

My dad once told me that he hopes that I'll be smart enough to marry a real man. I'm not sure what provoked this statement. I don't know if I should be offended--maybe he's worried that I'm planning on marrying a wuss or something. But I realized that my definition of a "real man" differs greatly from my dad's. What my dad meant was that he hopes I'll provide him with The Ultimate Outdoorsman for a son-in-law. He wants me to marry a hunter/fisher/camper/nature appreciator. His idea of the perfect husband is someone who will buy me a fishing license for my birthday and take me on a vacation to the High Uintas.

I'll be honest... I'm just not interested in that. I'm a girly girl. Maybe I'm even high maintenance. I do not enjoy tents or sleeping bags. I like to be clean and look better than just "good enough for the fish." I think there are much better things to spend money on besides camo outfits and top quality fly fishing rods. I like vacations to the beach and Disneyland.

So what is a "real man" to me? I'm still figuring that out. But lets just say that it has nothing to do with how big of an elk he's killed. Sorry Papa.