I like it when a man winks at me.

I like it when a man catches me off guard.

I like it when a man dangles a toothpick from the side of his mouth.

Even better? A wooden match.

I like it when a man makes me laugh. Hard. At him.

I like it when a man knows I am only pretending to be dumb.

I like it when a man lingers at my midline.

I like it when a man gives me zipper eyes, shamelessly, right to my face.

I like it when I offer to wear a wig, and a man tells me please not to.

(because he loves my hair)

I like it when a man is smarter than I am.

I like it when a man calls me woman.

I like it when a man leaves me alone.

Especially when I am writing.