He Needs/She Needs

Years ago, my husband and I attended a fireside for couples. The speaker had us take notes as she listed the top 5 needs of women and the top 5 needs of men.
I’m fairly sure I’ve blogged about this before, but every time I stumble across my husband’s notes I laugh out loud.
I give you the top five needs of women. Check out this boy’s notes:
He goes into GREAT detail.  Cracks me up every time.
Our number ONE need is security.
I can’t tell you how glad I am that’s number one on the list. I’ve often felt like maybe I was a jerk because the most important thing to me in our relationship was being taken care of. What kind of a woman did that make me? Selfish, right? Apparently I’m more normal than selfish and that’s comforting.
When we were dating, my husband laid out his career and life goals after only one week. It was the biggest turn on for me. The community college campus was FULL of men who had no idea what they wanted to do with their lives. That’s fine for them, really. But hearing a man who knew exactly what he wanted and was doing exactly what he needed to do to get it?
Oh, hold me.
There was also the “safe” feeling I had with him. I’d never felt truly safe with anyone I’d dated before. Sure, they’d all been fun in their own ways, but not a single one of them made me feel that safeness.
Please tell me you know what I’m talking about because it’s miles of hard to explain. I feel safe when my Dad is with me, and I knew I needed that in whoever I married -I needed security in every sense of the word.
Folks, I GOT it.
#1 on the needs list? Big, fat, CHECK!
Also: I love how sex is nowhere on the list. In fact, NON-sexual touch IS on the list. And then there’s the men’s list:

So simple. So easy. So bam, bam, bam, bam, bam… can you do that for me?
Who can agree with me that MEN are the easiest creatures in the world to please? A few months ago, my husband came home from work and I surprised him with a steak, fresh salad, mashed potatoes, and a pie on the side. I set his meal up in front of the TV with his Playstation Controller, kissed his head, filled his glass with milk and then left him the heck alone for a couple of hours.
He was the happiest kid in the WORLD, and he was the most pleasant person in the world for the rest of the night. I should also mention that the steak I prepared was actually just leftovers from the night before. Basically all I did was bake a pie, and if that’s all it takes to make him happy: count me in.
What do WE need to be happy? Golly, what DON’T we need? Poor men.
What do men need? Curled hair, dinner on the table, and a huge pat on the back -in public if at all possible.

We are SO different. Our ability to function so well together will NEVER cease to amaze me.
Now if you’ll please excuse me, I need to bake a pie.

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