Because they smile every time they pass a child.
Because they are bold in bed, not because they have a perverse nature but because they want to please us.
Because they do everything necessary for the house to be tidy and perfect and never expect any recognition for the work they have done.

Because they don’t complain about the sacrifices they make for the sake of the ideal of beauty, facing up to waxers, Botox injections and menacing machines in gyms.
Because if they want to know something about their own appearance, they ask other women and don’t bother us with this type of question.
Because they have their own ways of solving problems which we never understand and that makes us mad.

Because sometimes they complain about things that we feel too, such as colds and rheumatic pains and then we understand that they are people just like us.
Because they write love stories.
Because they are capable of going to work dressed like men, in their delicate little suits, whereas no man would ever dare go to work wearing a skirt.

Because they manage to fake orgasms with the same artistic quality as the most famous and talented of movie stars.
And I would add: we men love them for being women. As simple as that.