MmeGigs
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ORIGINAL: Starbuck09 Surely sexual attraction is the most needed? Not for me. I totally distrust sexual attraction as a partner-picking criteria. Whenever I've let the little brain (yes, we females have those, too) make my partner selection for me, it's been a disaster. Back in the day when I was a hot young thing and could (and did) have pretty much any man I wanted, I only dated men toward whom I felt a strong sexual attraction. Unfortunately, the fellows I felt strongly sexually attracted to were handsome, smart-assed, egotistical pricks. I was all of these things, too. Perhaps it was the challenge that made them so exciting to me, and me so attractive to them, I don't know, but those relationships just didn't work out at all. Fun sex, but out of bed they really irritated me, and I them. I wasn't sexually attracted to hubby when I first laid eyes on him. He was pleasant looking enough, and had a pretty fabulous physique, but I wasn't at all hot for him. He grew on me as the date progressed and I really liked the way he squirmed and stammered when I toyed with him, but while I enjoyed our later play-time, I still wasn't all that sexually attracted to him. I liked more aggressive men. I wasn't really interested in having more of him and blew him off after our second date. Fortunately, I blew him off kindly and we stayed in touch. After a couple of other dating experiences, I realized that the things that he had to offer were the things that were really most important to me. He's a straight-shooter - he never says anything he doesn't mean. He's trustworthy, loyal, helpful, intelligent, handy, devoted... and also a smart-ass, which I really like. He was everything I needed and wanted in a man, I just had to wake up and figure it out. Once I realized how many of the qualities that were really important to me he posessed, I fell in love and had to have him for my own. We've been married for 8.5 years, during which time sex, which wasn't all that important to begin with, has become increasingly less important and we have become increasingly more in love. I'm one hell of a lucky gal.
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