They Call Me Mr. Crocker
I love to cook, and I love to bake. Over the years, I've gotten pretty dang good at it. Hell, take a look at me--do I look like I CAN'T cook? :-) More than that, I love to cook for my lady. As she works outside the home, making dinner usually falls to me, and I love to have fun with it. I've found, over the years, that a lady coming home from work to a ready and waiting hot, yummy supper, is very appreciative. Incidentally, my baking really took off when we bought this house and its two dozen apple trees. Fall is a very aromatic time in our house (sauces, muffins, pies, crisps, and more!). Hey, they're free, I might as well gather them up and use them for something, right? Matter of fact, I'm thinking of trying to make cider next year...I'll let you know how that goes.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes--being willing and able to cook is a trait that many women I know don't see in their spouses or boyfriends, one of the many ways in which I stand apart from the crowd. As I have become a de facto househusband, working from home, I'm also very skilled at the other domestic duties--laundry, cleaning, making beds, et al. I enjoy doing these things, and I try to get as much done as possible around my work so that when she comes home from a long day on her feet, she can sit down and relax, often to a nice foot massage. What's that? You say you have to ask your man to rub your feet? And that he only does it begrudgingly, with a groan? Tsk tsk, guys.
Cooking, to me, besides being fun, can be very erotic and sensual, without even trying. She'll come home to a house warmed by a fire, and wonderful aromas emanating from the kitchen and wafting downstairs, ready to greet her when she opens the door. It may not be intended as erotic, but when she steps in and smells what I've got going on upstairs in the kitchen, her "MMMMmmmmmmm" makes me both happy and horny. Though I can't see her downstairs, I can feel her contented smile in her reaction. That makes me proud, pleased to know that she's both appreciative and anticipating the yummy sustenance awaiting her, knowing that it'll be absolutely delicious.
Even when I was working outside the home, I would try to do more than my "half" of the chores. Hey, she works hard too, I'd think, and at least now and again I get to sit for several minutes at a time (I used to be a dialysis technician) at the computer. She's a florist, and she's on her feet all day long, with only a de-fatigue mat beneath her feet on the concrete-and-tile floor. I love rubbing her feet. Or her neck, her shoulders, her back, her calves. Whatever she needs done, I'll do--willingly, and without complaint. Why? Because it makes her feel better. And she's taught me a lot over the years, as well--she's a licensed massage therapist as well, so I know some actual moves, but mostly I just wing it.
Just as I know she enjoys coming home from work and diving right into her jammies while supper finishes cooking, if she gets to rest her tired feet because I've taken care of the laundry or dishes, the happy sigh and smile forming on her lips gives me a great deal of satisfaction. It makes her just as happy as when I bring home flowers, or leave a little note in her lunch. I've never subscribed to the old-fashioned gender role stereotypes. Maybe it's because I saw my dad cook a lot. He would often get home before my mother, and he'd usually be the one to start supper. I know I learned a lot from him and I miss him dearly. But I digress...
I've never been a "told-you-so, neener-neener-neener!" kind of guy--I can't tell you how many times I've heard over the years how one of my female friends wished her guy was more like me, or 'why can't all guys be like you?' But I don't need to rub that in anyone's face. Maybe that's my modest side, I dunno. To me, it's no big deal--I do what I do because I want to and it makes me feel good to make my woman happy--that's it. I'm not doing to score nice-guy points or because I expect sex from it (read my profile, you'll see that's a rarity in itself). I do it just because. *shrug*
So if you think that doing any of the above makes me less macho, less of a man, I don't really care, because I'm not going to stop being who I am. Although if you can appreciate any of the above, I'd love to hear it (who doesn't like compliments, right?) :-) It's just another way in which I am baffled at why more guys aren't like me. For the sake of women, I wish they were. Women are special creatures and deserve to be treated like princesses. I don't do the things I do to purposely show anyone up or try to make myself look good. If that happens, it's probably because I do things for your wife or girlfriend that you don't--or won't. And that's not my fault.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to the kitchen, and this floor needs vacuuming...