I have found that trying to categorise people into broad groups is a largely pointless exercise.
I'm a guy. I like cleaning. It annoys me when my house is untidy or dirty, infact, it rather depresses me and the only way to fix it is to pull on some marigolds and get cleaning. I find hand washing up dishes to be the most relaxing task in the world. I don't know the first thing about car engines and could give less than half a damn about just about any sport you care to mention.
My ex was a clutterbug, never threw anything away. Had the attention span of a mayfly, was crazy about sex (I mean seriously. . ., I have some stories), no sense of time, was always late. Also, could hardly stand CHOCOLATE.. It took me a year to figure that one out. Loved video games, real ale, and kept a dead cat in the freezer for about 6 months.
Maybe we are both outliers on the graphs of manhood and womanliness respectively, but I doubt it. Everyone is a random mash of genetics and circumstance, upbringing and life choices, leading to billions of completely iindividual people, trapped in their own heads, all mad.
When you look at it like that the world, and the sexes, make a lot more sense.