I enjoy hard working people. Dust on boots. Mud and grime stuck in finger nails. Blue jeans covered in filth. Gender means nothing. I enjoy a person who wakes up early to grind their teeth in figuring how to best make the day productive. Then, they make it happen. I don’t care if you are in fields wishing for rain as the sun rises, or tightening your tie preparing for the speech you’re going to give at a conference. The suit most likely stayed up until three am making sure everything was ready. I’ve been there. Done both versions. What I don’t enjoy are the people who strive to do the least and benefit from the ones who do the most.