is not the all-American macho, handsome, athletic, rich hunk they’re promoting. My man is the one with his morning coffee pensively pondering a page - clean, but maybe not shaven gentleman, thinker, comic. He can be a bit fat or maybe too thin homely perhaps or drift with the wind. But if his words rest like pillows and he understands mine if he knows what I mean and when I get him, grins then his car doesn’t matter his face can be scarred he can have a few habits and nights with the boys because I’ve got what I want and he knows it.