Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Raving Nymphomaniac?

You know how it is sometimes when the *perfect* man appears? I mean this in a most superficial manner of course, since once you get to know anyone they can no longer be perfect. So, obviously, I mean someone you meet briefly - I say less then 10 minutes of conversation. Course it usually takes them about three words to turn me off. What can I say, I'm picky.

Anyhoo, the source of the pontification is the fact that, even though I did make a list enumerating the characteristics of the elusive *one*, many many years ago, the shock of the nooooooooooooo-don't-get-out-of-the-subway-until-I-give-you-my-number reaction was how spontaneous it was and how he really wasn't my "type".

So MinCat is riding the train downtown, the lord knows where to, with BikerBoy, a visiting friend who is holding forth about something. Midsentence in walks man under discussion. Very tall (why is it that when a guy has to duck to get into the subway it gives me butterflies?) - that one was expected. He was also white, very white (bringing to mind the vague corpse-like tone to BSW's skin, *shudder*), not lanky at all. Just a layer of pudge, you know? And on someone that big..... *sigh*

In all the times I've pictured the guy I'd pick out of a catalogue, he's always had cropped hair, probably straight, though it's so short I probably can't tell. This one had curly brown hair, that lovely shining chocolate colour, and it wasn't long, but it wasn't cropped close to his head either. I have no idea what colour his eyes were, because he was too tall for me to get a look, cos I was sitting down.

He kinda looked like Elijah Wood meets John Mayer, which is soooooooooooooo not my type! I suppose what amazes me is just that shock of recognition I had, THIS is the perfect guy. With THAT hair. And THOSE jeans. And THAT asymmetrical jaw. He was reading a book too. I made sheep's eyes at him for about ten minutes and then he got out at Times Square. I almost leapt out of the train waving my phone number on a paper napkin.

Anyway, I think the reason I started this post, apart from wanting to relive the gorgeousness of him tee hee hee, was because it struck me that that same day, I saw another guy, classically GORGEOUS, and I'm talking objective perfection here. And while I thought he was so good-looking, I had no wish ALL to stare at him or smile or make eye-contact. And I certainly had no impulse to throw my phone number at him!

Why is this? Maybe it's because I don't trust beautiful men. I feel the clichés about them are often true; that if a guy knows he's hot, if he knows he's gorgeous the other sides of his personality don't develop. He won't have a sense of humour and he will have a sense of his own superiority. And everyone knows MinCat is the superior one ;) It's the interesting ones that get me. It might have something to do with my recent discovery that all the sexual attraction in the world will not make up for a lack of intellectual turning on. I cannot in all honesty think of a single good-looking male I know who isn't just a little bit of a pompous prick. This includes the ones I'm related to and the intelligent ones. Of course when I say good-looking I mean people who are outstandingly yummy, you just can't not call them good-looking.

I think sometimes that in a fantasy world I'd love to be with some drool-inducing hunk, but in real life maybe I'd rather be with a non-extreme person who induces extreme feelings in me.
Is it just me?

9 comments:

  1. hmmm. its funny about attraction, i never noticed someone as acute one until i was with him y'know.
    asymmetric jaws are gooooood :)

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  2. I'm so proud that no-one has ever described me as outstandingly yummy.

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  3. Whatchoo gonna do if u see him again? ;)

    (And I'm with veo on the asymmetric jaws... goooooood indeed! :D )

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  4. Oh, and will you be fit to resume playing for us on Saturday? I'm relying on you.

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  5. Ravito, thank you

    veo, well i agree often it really builds up or dissipates once you know someone. if i look back at the men ive been besotted with... lol. i guess after a point i don't even remember what they look like!

    dave, well good for you! and yes. i'm there. lucky you i'm on vacation now! woo.

    N, i sure as hell hope i will, and i SWEAR ill give him my number. lol. if it *is* fate..... :D

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  6. Huzzah!!!

    You'll have to visit my place today to see what that means.

    Well done you!!!

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  7. sorry, late on this post 'cause i've just now discovered your blog, thanks to your visit.

    (And hi veo!)

    I think the most attractive sorts are the kind who are just a bit quirky looking in a way that I can appreciate, especially if they have no idea of their own attractiveness. (I'm afraid I bat for the other team, but I this applies to both genders). People who know they're drool-inducing often can't help being affected by it, even if they pretend to be oh-so-casual about their looks.

    Great blog, hope to be back before too long.

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  8. mild-mannered man-on-the-street uses distinction, intelligence and humor to turn into must-have-hunk? I think all women go for that!

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