… 'cause, right now, I’m hard pressed to think of any of them.
I am 31 years old. I do not want to end up one of these bitter old spinster ladies who hates men 'cause she couldn’t find a decent one. Unfortunately, at this moment I fear that’s where I’m heading.
So come on folks, remind me what is good about men [sub]besides the obvious, of course[/sub] and why I ever liked them to begin with and remind me that there are still some around that I should like.
[sub]please?[/sub]
We smell good??
yeah, but you only smell good so you can use our (involuntary) olfactory senses to lure us into your den and then leave us with nothing but YOUR SCENT on our bedsheets after you’ve fucked off never to return.
Try again? 
rjk (but you can’t have him)
manhattan
TN*Hippie
Scylla
Arnold Winklereid
Eutychus
UncleBeer
matt_mcl
iampunha
dpr
thinksnow
Simetra
ruadh, I know one day you’ll find the right guy and when you do it will be wonderful. There are a lot of great ones out there…just takes some looking. When I get to Dublin, we’ll look together!
(Here is where I modestly point out that I am the best matchmaker in the world, just ask Snormy & Shayna)
As for good things about guys, let me tell you about my guy (the new one). I know he’d do anything in his power to make me happy. I know that I can call him up to whine at 4 in the morning and he’ll act like it’s okay, he’s always up at 4 anyway. He’s always my biggest cheerleader, spurring me on to bigger and better things and when I’m low he’s the rock that keeps me grounded.
It’s the most amazingly wonderful feeling to know that there is someone in the world who loves you best of all and who will always want what’s best for you.
I didn’t come on to gush about my guy, just to let you know that there are great ones out there…seems like you run into a lot of jerks along the way, but when you find him it will be worth the wait.
Men give great hugs. When you’re sort of sad and just need to feel someone’s arms around you, the nicest feeling in the world is a big hug and a manly chest to lean your head against.
sigh I need one of those hugs today. Bet I don’t get one though.
I forgot to say, remind me to tell you the my big Planes, Trains and Cell Phones story…if that doesn’t renew your belief in romance and men, then nothing will. 
(I’d tell it now, but I’m saving it so that I’ll have an amusing anecdote for the next DubDope)
And precisely how else do you propose to open all those jars in your fridge?
:wally
And when they stop being all manly and show how truly vunerable they are…
::sigh::
Sometimes it’s great knowing they lean on you just as much as you lean on them. 
Zyada, to add to your list:
Jester (Deiket is one lucky femme! :))
Jack Batty
And let me second Euty because of that oh so horribly addictive Question and Answer Game…can’t get enough of it.
I open my own jars. I also open my own doors, light my own cigarettes, and (I’m trying to quote from Linda Goodman’s Star Signs, but can’t remember the rest of it … damn)
What I’m really trying to figure out, I guess, is what’s happened in the past few years where I’ve become totally unable to fall for nice guys, and have ended up falling for guys that seem like nice guys but turn out to be the exact opposite.
I mean, I don’t “go for” jerks. If a guy is obviously a jerk, I’m not interested. Period. But in the last few years, I’ve just developed a complete inability to tell the guys who are really nice guys from the ones who are pretending to be so they can get laid.
And I should also point out here that I don’t just jump into bed with them right away. [sub]any more[/sub] I’ve slept with two people in the past year, for fuck’s sake (and one was whilst on holiday in Spain, which we all know doesn’t count :D) But even doing the wait-til-you-know-them-better thing, I’ve found that they either (a) can’t be bothered to wait, or (b) as in the most recent case, wait and then disappear straight afterward - guess he must have been even more desperate than me
Oh, and for the cynical guys reading this, it’s also not like I insist a guy be incredibly gorgeous (most of the men I fancy are just on the nice side of average-looking), have a lot of money or whatever. I don’t think I’m incredibly choosy. And I’m not like a beauty queen or anything, but I’ve never had a problem having men take a liking to me … it’s just finding ones that I like who want more than a shag that’s a problem.
and tater, gush away. Seriously. The more reminders that I get that there are decent men out there, the better!
[sub]am I TMI’d out, or what?[/sub]
I never make these lists. 
Guess I am gonna have to be a bigger presence around here!
Oh, to the OP. It is tremendously more expensive to make babies without us…
If babies are what you want, that is. I guess. Aw poop…
I made Zyada’s list! I’m so happy! {Zyada}
Anyway . . . what’s good about men except the physical stuff.
We feel good when you hug us.
We don’t usually hold grudges nearly as long as women (in general).
We’re good for lifting stuff and we’re more often than not taller.
We’ll tell you how you look without going into miniscule detail (do you REALLY want someone telling you you have three stray hairs around your left earlobe? Wouldn’t you rather a “You look beautiful, honey”?).
We can see something an infinite number of times and still be excited by it (them, whatever) every time.
You can blame things on us and we usually don’t care.
We think you look good in everything (well, except that green polyester unitard), so you don’t have to try to look fab.
We’re okay with just being friends (though it does get a mite difficult).
Hmmn. Good things to say about men…
Well, they have a built in straw.
'Cause they’re acting all cool and with it and tough while having sex and then ruin the effect when they get that goofy ass look on their faces when they orgasm.
How can you not love that look?
I said “besides the obvious”, Hastur
Not all of us leave the seat up?
Some of us actually use deodorant on our pits?
We’re great at chasing down and killing bugs?
Not all of us have stinky feet?
Some of us actually do change our underwear daily?
No all of us are glued to the TV during sports season with a beer glued to one hand and making animal grunting noises while wearing our teams colors?
Some of us actually try to get our partners to climax?
Well, ruadh, what can I say?
Just give me one night and give both of us 10 pints of Guinness. I’m sure you’ll see the light again.
Seriously, now. I do find it difficult to give any advise here. I mean, lads wandering into threads like these are either gonna promote themselves or post witty one-liners, right? Some REAL assholes might even combine the two.
[sub]Wait a minute there…[/sub]
I’ve met you, so I can give somewhat of an informed opinion on how you come across. You’re a lovely girl! You’re smart, attractive, funny, AND you can hold your liquor. If that doesn’t convince half the male population of Dublin, then I don’t know what’s wrong with them. But you describe the problem as if it’s you making poor choices. Well, I don’t know about that… really, just how many boyfriends/dates do you base this on? I’m sure I could debate the statistic foundations of your conclusion. That’s assuming you haven’t actually dated 1500 blokes over the past 2 years, of course.
Give it time. Mr. Right doesn’t exist, but there’s bound to be a nice bloke anytime soon. 31 is nothing, and even if it was, you could pass for 25 easily. Old spinster? No way.
Good luck out there… it’s a weird and sometimes tough market mechanism. Hell, I’m getting used to it again myself after many years. Easy it ain’t, but patience is a virtue in this case.
Underwear? What’s that?
We can get things off the top shelf for you.
We can set up an A/V system so that it works to perfection.
We take you places and buy you things, just so you’ll spend time with us.
We take care of the spiders, bats, wasps, birds, and other creatures that menace you.
We can be kept happy with nothing more than a beer, a newspaper, and silence.
We think your hair looks great just the way it is.
We keep driving so you can sleep a few more hours.
We know where that spot is on your neck that you like to have kissed.