"… why are we never treated to illustrations of male beauty every now and then, heh? Would it kill you to show, say, the many delights of George Clooney? Sorry, but my feminist leanings sometimes do come out when provoked. :)"
Rime of Mosaics
When an intelligent and delightfully attractive woman poses such a query, only a fool such as me would oblige. But here I am, win or lose, embarking on a dangerous proposition, what kind of a man I would have liked, had I been a woman.
It’s stupid isn’t it! My attempt to write (at least a page) about an idea which has never crossed my mind. I want my man to be of the strong and silent type. Well, what the hell, let’s get it out in the open.
He has to be bright to start with. I can’t stand a dumb broad so I, and my fellow women, deserve an intelligent man instead of a stupid bloke. A man with brains knows when to speak and when not to, how to be close when needed and how to distant himself when some extra breathing space is all what a woman wants. This last trait is only mastered by a brilliant man. A woman needs her time alone and he will be doing her a great favor when he steps out of the picture. He is a genius if he knows when to return, just in the nick of time.
I want my man to dress properly without hinting that he makes a habit out of watching himself in the mirror. I don’t like an overdressed man and even if I were the hottest and sexiest girl out there, I would never show any interest in a man who enjoys shopping for clothing. I’d rather he compliments me on my nice negligee but it would drive me crazy if he shows too much interest in my or his wardrobe. I would buy all of his clothes for him. When he needs to wear a suit he will look fabulous, but I prefer him in a faded pair of jeans.
I like him to be fit and well proportioned, may be a little on the tall side. Appearances are deceiving but I’d rather be with a man with full dark hair instead of a blond or bald one. He should have comfortable shoulders to lean on, rather on the broad side. His smile must be big and reassuring, showing a white set of teeth. He has to be contented with himself and at ease with the rest of the world as far as his looks are concerned. But then again, his attitude toward his appearance must in no way be conscious. He should look nice without even trying.
I can only relate to dependable men. No, I don’t want a banker or a jeweler. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I can get along with either. I’m talking about a man who would answer my call a hundred mile away in the middle of the night and be my side in an hour or less. A dependable man is a loyal and faithful one. He would give up his life for me in dire need. Unless I feel his devotion to his family and friends he has no right to be with me.
I don’t mind if I catch him looking at other women but he must be tactful enough to know when not to do it. I want him to pamper yet treat me with respect on an emotional and material level. We should enjoy doing things together but not everything. I need time to do my womanly things alone, like removing my body hair and shopping with my girlfriends (at least one of these two obsessions must be shared with other women). I prefer that he spends time with his buddies at least once a week. I don’t mind if they talk women and sports. It’s much more acceptable than discussing fashion trends and flower arrangement. He could fart in their company but not in mine. He can unleash the male beast inside of him, only attainable in the company of other men. With me, he must maintain a sense of civility at all times without being pretentious in the least.
Finally, a man has to say no eventually. Even to me, when the moment comes, he must say it in my face without a blink of an eye. For all the other times, he must be a generous man with a positive attitude toward humanity. Nobody must feel superior or inferior in his presence, that’s all.
Having treaded on such thin ice and gotten a little wet in the crossing no doubt, I think I deserve and owe it to myself to talk about my kind of woman. Coming soon.