Modern men think they want to be loved. Real men want to be respected. The love bit is secondary.
Several years ago my one nephew was feeling his oats a bit and thought that shooting his mouth off to me was a good idea. I told his in a very quiet voice that I would prefer to be respected, but would settled for being feared. He got the message.
When I hit 30, my mother spent some money on a real matchmaker who promised to have me married off within two years.
I just couldn’t care for the men, but didn’t know why, couldn’t put my finger in it.,
My father is a vet, and when I think of someone masculine I think if him.
I just couldn’t find a straight, single guy who had those qualities, so I’m single. I couldn’t be with a pajama boy. My girlfriends, and mom beg me to settle,because I might get lonely, but I can’t do that to myself.