Men… to paraphrase a movie line… “You can’t live with ‘em, and you can’t kill ‘em.”
My mom used to tell a story about my brother. With two older sisters, he had lots of examples of how to play house with baby dolls or dress up or fairy princess. But when he began playing make-believe, it was by turning blocks into cars and running them around the kitchen floor.
There is something innate in the male psyche that they are born loving the macho things in life. I have a theory that all men are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable traits. Hit harder. Go faster. Explode bigger. Sports. Cars. Guns. Just like women can estimate the cost of every handbag in Starbucks, men have their own measuring sticks.
Think about it. Maybe your guy isn’t into sports. But what about cars? Does he know the make and model of all engines on the road just by seeing the tail light configuration? Or the great outdoors? Does he have every kind of camping/fishing/hunting gear that comes along? Is the Bass Pro Shop his idea of heaven on earth?
Ask your man three questions: Who was MVP in Super Bowl XX? What size engine does the new BMW ZM 4 Roadster have? How big a caliber do you need to bring down a 3-point elk? Go ahead ask him. I’ll wait…
He knew at least one of them, didn’t he?

Men… you gotta love ‘em.