Like most girls, I have a certain taste in men and oddly it usually revolves around household objects. So, in case you were wondering, I like my men like I like my...

I like my men like I like my coffee, strong and Colombian. You can never go wrong with a cup of Joe or Jose.

I like my men like I like my shower, runs out of heat quickly but still keeps going.

I like my men like I like my table, stable and in the middle of the room. Bonus points if they hold my stuff without complaining.

I like my men like I like my toothbrush, cleaning me twice a day and keeping me from seeing the dentist.

I like my men like I like my sheets, rarely changed. A little change is good in life but a lot can be complicated so I stick to the rule only change if you start to smell.

I like my men like I like my coffee table, good at holding my books but not good for me to dance on. I have to also remember to use a coaster.

I like my men like I like my clothes, colorful and usually on the floor. I find it better to not keep them in the closet.

I like my men like I like my Keurig, making me coffee in the morning. Sometimes I do not even have to ask because they are programmed.

I like my men like I like my screws, good at holding my pictures up but gets lost easily in the garage.

I like my men like I like my car, dependable and safe. Although I have to give some directions otherwise we will end up in a ditch.

I like my men like I like my towels, absorbent yet if forgotten about will grow mold.

I like my men like I like my phone, always around but never really needed. You act like you are low maintenance but after a long day together you never stay charged.

I like my men like I like my cats, ignoring me most of the time but once I actually become busy you are all over me.

I like my men like I like my vacuum, always claiming to pick up my stuff but does not do that great of a job and I have to go back after you and do it right.

I like my men like I like my lamp, promising to brighten up my life but really only lights up the corner.

I like my men like I like my fireplace, gets hot pretty quickly but turns into a lot of work to keep up.

I like my men like I like my social media, spoiling all the new movies and making unnecessary updates.

I like my men like I like my wine, cheap and promises for a good night. You claim you make food better but really the food makes you better.

I like my men like I like my laptop, promises to help me with my work even if it takes all night but after a movie and a couple episodes you are out.

I like my men like I like my soap, smells good at first but after awhile wears away.