A real man for me is one that can say sorry, but mean it.

I remember years ago about a guy I used to work with.
We had this blazing row that almost came to fisty cuffs.

A few hours later he came walking towards me, but he just opened his arms and we kinda gave each other a hug and both said sorry.

I haven't seen him for years, Ryan his name was, but I still remember that.

I think that's a little off topic from what you meant but it beats all this macho bullchit any day.

My hunt?