I have a theory that men desire romance just as much as women. I think they just define it differently.
At least that’s what I’m beginning to think as Valentine’s Day rapidly approaches, and I find myself quietly studying my husband. What would he find romantic?
I already know the answer is not endless conversation or a sparkling toilet. Those things speak to his heart about as much as a power drill on my birthday would speak to mine. But that doesn’t mean he has no need for romance.
You don’t have to be female to long for someone to know you, or to be delighted that someone has discovered you. To romance someone is to capture their affection by speaking a language that touches them. It’s to “see” inside of them and openly demonstrate that what you’ve seen is lovely. I don’t think there’s a manly man in the world who doesn’t desire that to some degree.
So…how do you romance a man? Obviously, all men are different, but at the risk of being written off, I’m going to make three sweeping generalizations that I think hold true for most men.
Listen to him.
Even when it’s boring. Women always complain that men don’t talk, but I think what we really mean is they don’t talk about what we want them to talk about.
A professor’s wife first opened my eyes to the importance of listening to a man by making a terrifying statement. She said, “When we don’t actively listen to our husbands, we teach them not to talk to us.” I can’t tell you how many times my husband has started to jabber about something as interesting as snail slime, and suddenly, just as I’m starting to tune out, I hear my professor’s words in my mind. I snap to attention and engage. “So what happened in the show? What’s so great about that commentary? Who’s the best player on the team?” Sometimes it gets interesting, and sometimes it stays as boring as snail slime. But you know what? I’ll learn everything there is to know about football if it means he’ll talk to me when he’s hurting.
Listening is a segue to the heart. In those moments when I set down John Grisham to listen to all the features of the new Honda Odyssey, he and I are forging a trust. We’re building intimacy that says, “I care about you. I care to know what you’re thinking about. I care to have a relationship with you.” (P.S. In order for him to talk, occasionally you will need to stop talking. This was a revolutionary insight for me.)
Meet his needs generously.
There’s really not a whole lot a guy needs. This is one of those surprising things I’m learning from my husband. Female relationships are so complex because the majority of our needs are internal. We don’t just want flowers; we want him to connect with us emotionally.
However, I think most men see outward action as inward connection. The way they brag is almost always action-based. I once knew a guy in residency who bragged about how his wife would have a clean bed with fresh sheets for him after he’d worked 36 hours straight. I remember hearing a famous pastor brag that his wife fixes his favorite breakfast every Sunday morning before he preaches. Basic needs, lavishly met. I think it ministers to men more than we realize. At least, I’d wager it’s more romantic than keeping him up all night so we can talk about our feelings.
We’ve talked about two basic needs—sleep and food. Perhaps you’re thinking of one other need I’ve failed to mention.
Let me just say, yes, I believe sex matters too. Honestly, it probably matters more than any of the others. Don’t just meet his needs; meet them generously. Freely and wholeheartedly. Meet his needs, knowing you are actually pursuing his heart.
Because of Ephesians 5:33 and numerous Christian books, I knew one thing clearly before marrying Clint: he craves my respect. What’s more, respecting my husband is a biblical mandate.
Okay, but what on earth am I supposed to do? That’s what I always wanted to ask. As a young bride, I didn’t really get how to “accomplish” this mandate. Do I just say nice things to him? Tell him I think he’s manly?
I look back at that young bride and sort of smile at her naivety. Because now I get it. The funny thing about respect is it’s more easily identified in its absence than its presence. In other words, disrespecting my husband is what finally taught me the nature of respect. It’s not an action; it’s a heart attitude. That young bride, lying awake at night, wondering how she could demonstrate respect for Clint, already respected him in her heart. But the longer we were married, the more I saw his flaws, and the more my heart waned in respect. Which brings me to the greatest lesson I have ever learned regarding respect: Like faith, respect is proven truest through fire.
I once asked Clint what I could get for his birthday that would really show him I loved him. He told me, “Honestly, what would really make me feel loved, is if you showed me grace when I fail.”
I think I bought him a paintball gun.
But his words have haunted me ever since. They will often come rushing to mind in the midst of a fight, when I’m so angry I’m ready to go for the jugular—to say something devastatingly disrespectful.
In that moment I think: This is when it counts, Jeanne! All the birthday presents in the world can’t speak as powerfully as that moment when I’m most angry and I choose to respect him anyway. Remember—that moment, when you least want to give it, is your greatest opportunity to demonstrate respect.