Bachelorhood has its perks, but no guy wants to spend his whole life in the dating pool. Eventually the water becomes cold, our fingertips become wrinkled, and we start to suspect that somebody’s peeing in the water. Romantic notion, right? But this much is true: Pretty much every man wants to end up in a relationship eventually. He wants someone to share his pool towel with, so he doesn’t have to spend his life treading water with the other pruning singles. So what is it that draws us to life in love? Let me explain:

Lots of sex, no strings. Well, no new strings, anyway. We were already committed to you before we got naked, so there are no subtle “what does this mean for us?” conversations afterward. Ahhh.

There are no awkward morning-afters, either. We can make breakfast, or not. We can talk about last night, or not. But whatever we do, there’s no hidden subtext. And nobody has to take a cab home.

Finally someone appreciates our manly ability to hang shelves and picture frames. Hey, we’re handy. We have tools and everything. No big deal. Actually, we think it's a pretty big deal and want to show off our skills, but our friends aren't usually that impressed.

Shared cleaning duties. You like spotless floors, and I like clutter-free countertops. Consider the duties divvied. (But if we’re being honest, you should do the bathroom. Your hair is everywhere.)

There's way more experimentation. Would you use a sex toy with a one-night stand? Would you test new positions you weren’t sure about? Would you make a home video so the two of you could watch it together later? My guess is no, no, and definitely not. But in a relationship, you can do all that. And we want to.

You encourage our dreams. You think we can achieve big things, even when we’re not so sure. That’s huge.

You challenge our ideas. Okay, you’re right. A petting-zoo cocktail bar probably isn’t the best business plan. Thanks for hearing us out, babe. The next one will be the winner.

You know us better than anybody else. Our coworkers see our professional side. Our buds see our rowdy side. Our girlfriend sees both—plus our tender side, our generous side, our stubborn side, our cranky side…

And yet—you don’t judge us. Quirks? Rough spots? Flaws? We got ‘em all. And you still love us.

You’ll tell us, honestly, if these pants are too tight. Skinny jeans are still in, right? Oh, that’s over? Well damn. Good thing we didn’t just spend $100 on these.

It’s not pervy when we unapologetically check you out. After the shower, when you drop your towel like it’s no big deal. Then you snap on your bra, slip on your skirt, shimmy into your blouse—yeah, all of that. As long as you're cool with it, we're totally allowed to stare in a relationship. And, obviously, we welcome you to stare back.