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Smart is as sexy as hell
2024-03-19
"If men only knew how to keep women happy shall still they be in paradise." I have no idea who penned this truism, probably an old monk in a drafty monastery, poring over an ancient piece of parchment with blind eyes from being forced to focus by candlelight alone. But the expression rings true, I believe. The pursuer is forever in a state of flux, attempting to figure out how to woo, keep and please their loved one, the pursued. That initial spark of lust and attraction, of which I've spoken about previously, called limerence by some, wanes over a period of time when familiarity sets in. The lust turns to like and the like turns to respect and then the respect confuses the sexy aspect needed to recreate that original spark, which is where smart comes into play.
Smart men and women know how to keep those fires stoked. Smart is particularly an invaluable component when it comes to connecting at the outset. In the beginning, like everyone, when I'm hooked toward a man of interest, I take stock of how he cares for his body, whether or not he smells clean, his fingernails are trimmed and clean (though I appreciate that those who toil in a job that requires hard labour have other issues with which to deal), whether his beard is trimmed, and if his clothes at least appear to be clean, fit is a bonus. I rarely, if ever, seek perfection in looks, tho' I have some standards with regard to behaviour, like us all. As much as you may like to tell yourself that you're not judgemental or pretentious, the pretense of first impressions is in fact the basis of relevance. You've basically got to like something about the man or woman before you'll proceed further. For me, I've met guys who were dressed in tattered jeans and a grubby T-shirt and I thought they were the cat's meow because when they opened their mouths, smart came flying out and I was immediately taken by their intelligence. And other men, dressed in finely pressed suits and Salvatore Ferragamo ties had turned me off instantly because when they opened their mouths nothing but stupidity spilled out, usually in the form of ignorance or arrogance or a combination thereof with a dash of rude thrown in for good measure. A smart man doesn't have to demonstrate to you how clever he is or how suave and confident he may behave in his every day world. The smart guy simply behaves like his true self and these qualities shine.
Smart is so damn fine and super sexy that a smart man doesn't have to be taught how to talk to a woman, or how to stroke your interest in him, right up until that moment when your clothes falls off. I don't expect him to explain to me how to split the atom or why the scale of intelligence isn't interdependent on race, colour or creed. Smart is a state of mind that is cultivated by the owner of the brain. Smart men maximize their time wisely. And we know ladies how important this is when it comes to having meaningful intimacy because a smart man will pace himself, using his imagination to keep his er... personality in the game, to lean on a gentle expression, which is to say to go well past the point of no return. I've personally observed that smart guys prefer smart women over beautiful women, though the duo is also hotly desired too. It's a terrible thing to repeat but I've been told by smart men that if their partner is as dumb as a bag of rocks though quite beautiful, eventually he will grow tired of enjoying her body and, if there is no smart to back up the body, he'll eventually tire of her altogether. Well, the same applies to women and our attraction to men (or other women). Our emotional need for love can only take us so far because at some point in time, the stupidity of our loved one will drag us down to the point of not being able to cope with them.
To be sure, there is always the combination of two people who find each other, who care less about their shallowness and who will revel in it, and I say, all the more power to you. They're welcome to wallow. I'll settle for the smart man and his smart mouth... which can have multiple personalities, such as also being a dirty-talking mouth. There's something special about men who take no offence when a woman swears, which tells me that he, too, might also on occasion throw around a cuss word or two, when appropriate because one who swears is more inclined toward being truthful and trustworthy, at least in my personal observations.
Smart shall forever remain for me as sexy as hell and this is where I want to be when I'm being nailed to the sheets, the words rolling off his silver tongue, seemingly inhuman yet more than human, pulling me in, to capture, enrapture me, and to catapult my enthusiasm and interest. This is the stage I adore, when I'm the object of his smartness and on the receiving end of such devilish words. And know that I shall return the flavour.
Smart is an extra-fine point black ink pen that writes with fluidity and precision, leaving words on the page that relate to the reader like poetry.
Smart men and women know how to keep those fires stoked. Smart is particularly an invaluable component when it comes to connecting at the outset. In the beginning, like everyone, when I'm hooked toward a man of interest, I take stock of how he cares for his body, whether or not he smells clean, his fingernails are trimmed and clean (though I appreciate that those who toil in a job that requires hard labour have other issues with which to deal), whether his beard is trimmed, and if his clothes at least appear to be clean, fit is a bonus. I rarely, if ever, seek perfection in looks, tho' I have some standards with regard to behaviour, like us all. As much as you may like to tell yourself that you're not judgemental or pretentious, the pretense of first impressions is in fact the basis of relevance. You've basically got to like something about the man or woman before you'll proceed further. For me, I've met guys who were dressed in tattered jeans and a grubby T-shirt and I thought they were the cat's meow because when they opened their mouths, smart came flying out and I was immediately taken by their intelligence. And other men, dressed in finely pressed suits and Salvatore Ferragamo ties had turned me off instantly because when they opened their mouths nothing but stupidity spilled out, usually in the form of ignorance or arrogance or a combination thereof with a dash of rude thrown in for good measure. A smart man doesn't have to demonstrate to you how clever he is or how suave and confident he may behave in his every day world. The smart guy simply behaves like his true self and these qualities shine.
Smart is so damn fine and super sexy that a smart man doesn't have to be taught how to talk to a woman, or how to stroke your interest in him, right up until that moment when your clothes falls off. I don't expect him to explain to me how to split the atom or why the scale of intelligence isn't interdependent on race, colour or creed. Smart is a state of mind that is cultivated by the owner of the brain. Smart men maximize their time wisely. And we know ladies how important this is when it comes to having meaningful intimacy because a smart man will pace himself, using his imagination to keep his er... personality in the game, to lean on a gentle expression, which is to say to go well past the point of no return. I've personally observed that smart guys prefer smart women over beautiful women, though the duo is also hotly desired too. It's a terrible thing to repeat but I've been told by smart men that if their partner is as dumb as a bag of rocks though quite beautiful, eventually he will grow tired of enjoying her body and, if there is no smart to back up the body, he'll eventually tire of her altogether. Well, the same applies to women and our attraction to men (or other women). Our emotional need for love can only take us so far because at some point in time, the stupidity of our loved one will drag us down to the point of not being able to cope with them.
To be sure, there is always the combination of two people who find each other, who care less about their shallowness and who will revel in it, and I say, all the more power to you. They're welcome to wallow. I'll settle for the smart man and his smart mouth... which can have multiple personalities, such as also being a dirty-talking mouth. There's something special about men who take no offence when a woman swears, which tells me that he, too, might also on occasion throw around a cuss word or two, when appropriate because one who swears is more inclined toward being truthful and trustworthy, at least in my personal observations.
Smart shall forever remain for me as sexy as hell and this is where I want to be when I'm being nailed to the sheets, the words rolling off his silver tongue, seemingly inhuman yet more than human, pulling me in, to capture, enrapture me, and to catapult my enthusiasm and interest. This is the stage I adore, when I'm the object of his smartness and on the receiving end of such devilish words. And know that I shall return the flavour.
Smart is an extra-fine point black ink pen that writes with fluidity and precision, leaving words on the page that relate to the reader like poetry.
