I went to a male strip club once with a group of female friends. It embarrassed me no end.
When a girlfriend got a stripper for my birthday party I wanted to curl up and die. I almost punched the stripper when he tried to give me a lap dance.
You know those television commercials featuring men in suits? I roll my eyes. Those guys are too perfect. They have chiseled chins, broad shoulders, and narrow hips. They’re almost pretty.
Sorry, I’m just not interested.
I appreciate the male form just like any other red blooded female. But I don’t go to Facebook or web pages that feature pages and pages of naked to the waist men in kilts. And after the first hundred pictures of kilts flying in the air, I’m bored.
Maybe I don’t like objectifying men – anymore than I like women being objectified. But I think it runs deeper than that for me. I love lots of things about men and they aren’t all physical. In fact, very few of them are.
It’s what’s under the kilt that fascinates me.
Um, that’s not what I mean.
The men I admire have these things in common:
1. A sense of humor
2. A presence, or a sense of himself and how he relates to the world
3. A defined set of goals
8. A deep core of justice – or a need to “do the right thing”
Way down at the bottom of the list is physical attractiveness – or at least physically attractive to me.
How about you? Would you add to the list?