I don’t necessarily have a ton of “turn offs”. It’s that I have “turn ons” and lacking key “turn ons” is a deal breaker.
There really are only 3 that are important to me – and they are all found along the yellow brick road. Brains, heart, and confidence (aka courage).
One key to know is that I am a Sapiosexual – a person who finds intelligence to be the most attractive feature. When I walk away from a conversation with a woman having been challenged and becoming a smarter man in the process – I am hooked. I don’t give a fuck about her boobs, ass, race, or whatever.
Talk to me about political economy, plausible evolutionary reasons for sexual stimulation, charter schools vs traditional public schools vs private schools and the actual empirical evidence backing up each – now you just stole my fucking heart.
Well-informed on good literature? I think I felt my dick move.
Change my opinion of the best way to enjoy a quality espresso drink or convince me I am wrong about something like the value of good art? Is it wrong to just pull out my cock right here and now and stroke away, because you have got me unhinged now.
UNF! Smart women are so fucking sexy.
Heart. Heart is just as important too. I could never be with an unkind soul. I was raised to love everyone; I could never sit on the couch next to a mean bitch. Ain’t happening. This is usually the area that is overlooked; the rose-colored glasses seem to filter out the red flags I have found in my past, specifically here, because the other two areas were present.
Confidence. I am a sucker for the Type A girl. Strength in life. Passion in bed. Weakness shown for me and only me. Total vulnerability and submission – in the emotional, physical, and mental phases. But strength elsewhere. Submission is hardly special if it is offered to everyone. I want to be special to her; I want to be special, for her.
Three things. That is it. That is all that is needed.
Well, maybe four. Nipple piercings are kinda important too.
And yes, sense of humor is key too, but laughing is a byproduct of brains, heart, and confidence – and besides – it is not on the Yellow Brick Road so it would fuck up my flow here.
Come to think of it, that would have made the movie even better, right? “The Dry Sense of Humor Tiger” trying his best to make a funny joke all the way to the Emerald City. Just bombing every 5 minutes with some dumb horrible joke. When the scary scenes happened it would be priceless. As the Cowardly Lion is busy being a pussy and the Winged Monkeys fly around, the Unfunny Tiger comes into frame and says “A Rabbi, a Priest, and a Minister walk into a Bar..” and everyone is just thinking “WTF dude?”.
Shit. I should be in showbiz.