When boy meets girl

So I have a bone to pick with some fellas! Okay, it's not really something I'm mad about, more like something I can't understand because it's never happened to me.
The first culprit is Hulzy. Ohhh, don't even pretend like you don't know what I'm going to say. Buying your girlfriend designer bags and sunglasses! How many boyfriends actually do that?! Well, only the really exceptional ones, obviously. Naturally, I am not mad about this, just had to get your attention... okay, maybe a smidge envious, but mostly really happy.
Because I do recall a certain ex-boyfriend of mine telling a sales girl in the mall who politely suggested he purchase a particular knock-off designer bag for me (that I was oggling) that he would never waste the money. I am pretty sure he snickered with an evil smile after uttering the nasty statement as well. And if he'd had a handlebar mustache, the sod would have been twirling it, while I huffed in indignation over his complete disdain for one of my greatest loves--the designer bag. He was a sweetheart, I know. Can't really figure out why I let that one slip through my fingers.
Anyway, I digress, we were talking about someone actually upstanding and I got off topic. James. A.K.A Hulzy. My best friend's boyfriend.
I don't come across many men in my life that really wow me with their character and do things like tell their girlfriend's best friend that she is beautiful even when she does nasty things like talk about how much she hates shaving her legs or that she's feeling quite bitchy because the period's on its way.
Yes, I can really let it all hang out around men who are akin to adopted brothers. Jordan puts up with it. Why shouldn't Hulzy?
And really he doesn't have to. He could do the easy thing and just wow my best friend. He could buy her designer bags and treat her well, and make witty banter about her need to stop in wal-mart and socialize with people named Ellie-Mae. But no, I'd say he goes the extra mile in caring not only about her, but caring about what she cares about, including her family and friends. Indeed it isn't very often that I meet men that impress me this much and it really is no surprise, because Hulzy is one in a million. As is my dear Emily. And she deserves someone who treats her like the rarest and most beautiful of all diamonds to ever be discovered on planet earth. That is how dear Emily is to my heart and how dear James is to me, for taking care of her long after I very begrudgingly handed over the reins.
Another man, who is doing a damn fine job of impressing me, and this is a very tall order, is a certain Mr. Iowa. Not many of you will know who this is, but suffice it so say, he waltzed in sweeping my other best friend off her feet at a time when she couldn't have needed it more.
It is no easy thing for me to watch some man come in with his sweet words and kind gestures and take over what I think is my job, caring and loving my best friends. Holding their hands when they get sad, threatening warfare on anyone who harms them, telling them they are beautiful, amazing, two of the most perfect girls in God's creation, and then in walks a man who really means it and he gets a lot more props for doing a job I've been doing for years. But that's okay. When it comes to my beautiful friends finding the man who makes their heart pitter-patter and causes their steps to be a little more jaunty, well I can't help but thank God for searching the world over with a fine-tooth comb for men who are bold enough to prove themselves to not only my girls, but to me. And so far fellas, you are making me proud.