I once met a man who loved woman.  No, I'm not talking about a womanizer who wanted to jump anything with boobs.  He literally loved everything about women in general.   He loved the smell of woman, the softness, the contours, the smile, the hair, the shape...he even found amuzement in the bitchy ones.  There wasn't a woman he met that he couldn't find something unique and special in.   This was unnerving and a bit intimidating if you dated him.  I found jealousy rearing its ugly head.  It was just that he clicked on a level that bonded him to each and everyone woman he met.  This man was average looks but there was something so alluring & magnetic about him.  He made every woman feel good about simply being a woman.  It was really that simple in his mind.  Because you were a female...you were a treasure to be mined.
He was achingly slow in showing his affection.  Like a panther he would circle you, run his fingers through your hair and ever so slowly he would pull you to him only so he could hold you..  Nothing more than feel your warmth.  He was never in a rush to enjoy the moment.  He could breathe you in like wine and he be drunk on you.  Like a slow burn... he was candles, flowers, massages, walks in the rain, unexpected phone calls at midnite just to hear me talk... 

I always thought a man like that only existed in romance novels...until I met one.  He ruins it for the average Joe.  Because I know that others are out there.... and he can't be the only one of his kind.  Sometimes its curse knowing this...