… what am I? Insane?? (DO NOT ANSWER THAT)
In order not to feel too tortured, I was surfing blogs and ran into the one I quote below.
I think I have always been drawn to someone’s mind rather than their physique. Initially it was because I didn’t feel I was ever in the “league” of those I found attractive (self esteem issues, much?) but it didn’t take long for me to realize that what pulled me in most was someone’s mind. Especially if they were intelligent in the same ways I was (verbal, witty).
(Pausing to reminisce a moment)
There was a guy I worked with in my early 20s at a department store. Really, not conventionally attractive at all. But there was something about him that just grabbed me.
We took some classes at TSU together (most notably the Sex Education one (yes, I got an A)) and would share a table at the Student Union most mornings and leave each other witty notes. (Well, WE thought they were witty – who knows now?). We would go for rides at Loch Raven listening to Yes “And you and I” (a really neat song – one which always reminds me of him to this day) and end up making out.
My mom heard me talk about him so much and happened to catch a glimpse of him when she came by the department store. I think she was a tad underwhelmed (ha! that’s a freaking understatement) by his looks. There’s just no accounting for taste, is there Mom? Yeah Yeah …
Anyway … he was kinda cool and I really dug him. (Um, so did his girlfriend but that’s a story for another time!).
Yep – the mind connection is where it all starts for this chick.
But you probably knew that.
From this place:
Had a fabulous conversation the other night with a woman who I got along with like a house on fire because we share many similar opinions about sex. After having our fair share of mis-adventures and fuckwits, we’ve come up with a simple rule:
They need to be “fuckable” out of bed as well as in.
Doesn’t matter how physically attractive they are. If you can’t hold an intelligent conversation with them the liasion is pointless. High preference given to partners who actually finished post-secondary education. Intelligence is really fucking sexy.
While this is not a guarantee that you won’t wind up with a lemon for a partner, we both agreed that it helped to weed out a lot of the losers.
OH MY GOD – yes. They soooo get it. All you nitwits out there, take notice! :)
Hey, I had to work on a Sunday!! So I feel your pain. It’s really not fun! :/ Especially when you’re outside in a little shack that they like to call the “gatehouse” (but there’s no gate so…) and it’s humid and horseflies keep coming in!! That’s okay, I don’t have to work again till Wednesday. Yay!! :D