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Maxwell67 -> RE: The "weight" discussion (8/8/2008 3:47:21 PM)
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ORIGINAL: batshalom
I am usually attracted to medium-height (5'9" - 6'0") slender men with long legs. I love body hair - hairy chest, hairy belly, but clean-shaven face. Hair and eye color don't really matter, although I'm not particularly wild about the dark hair / blue eyes combo on men (it's lovely on women). In women, I don't seem to have a type (except clean).
Did some dark haired, blue eyed man do you a terrible disservice in your childhood? Or perhaps the other way around? Sometimes it is like that. We are an extremely visually oriented species. The traits we prefer are hardwired in our heads sometime between conception and around seven years old. After that, only familiarity can win out over them, and I have come to the conclusion there is some kind of disconnect between psychological and visual familiarity that makes it impossible to be sure the chemistry will be there when it counts. If I see a woman and think she is extremely attractive I know that may change after she opens her mouth once I get to know her, if not immediately. The reverse is also true, regrettably. When I was around 13 years old a friend of mine and I were at his house when we recieved a prank phone call, well I took the phone and continued to talk to this voice on the other end for a while and things got pretty interesting. I was certainly attracted then. After we set up a place to meet, as I pedaled my bike the thirty-something blocks to the Dairy Queen for our appointed rendezvous, I imagined the wonderful delights which awaited me, and my penis was not at all subtle about expressing its agreement with me... until I saw her... Then the strangest thing happened. My penis changed its mind. Well, I bought her some ice- cream, we sat and talked for a little while, I made some jokes, then got on my bike and left. She wanted to kiss me, but I did not let her and she never called again and I never tried to make contact with her. Later a girl who was a friend of mine told me that was cruel. I should have let her give me a kiss. I thought about that a long time but when I finally answered I said no it would have been more cruel to let her kiss me, because then she might have wanted to continue to talk with me on the phone, and that might have led to one of those painful friendships... I always felt bad for the character in films and on tv who has the crush on the friend but stands back and feels pain every time they see them because they can't have that thing that is so close. That looked like some kind of masochism to me, and I guess maybe that's what it is, but since I am not a masochist I never got that for some it was better to have the person near to suffer over than to address the problem one way or another and end the pain. Well, not till much later anyway. It was not the last time though that this sort of thing happened. I t happened often. I think actual chemistry is pretty rare. But I adapted as best I could to it. Today I am the hug and cheek-kissing type (european style, it is so much warmer than things in our repressed US) and I will usually allow them to keep in touch, though I will not if I think they will not continue to keep themselves open to finding what they need elsewhere, which has happened... I learn from my mistakes. I refuse to be the "friend" whose existance keeps her from being happy.
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