I love men. I love the way they move, the way they smell and the way they are when they are around other men. I love having male friends. I prefer them to women as women tend to be competitive, bitchy and they tend to talk about things that don't particularly interest me. I am not concerned about people in Hollywood; I like to look nice but I don't follow (in fact I don't understand) fashion and I couldn't name a single brand of hair care product.
However, I find very few men truly sexy - George Clooney, Enrique Iglesias, Hugh Jackman and Ryan Reynolds.
Sure, I can appreciate David Beckham (unless he opens his mouth) or Bradley Cooper's body but I don't find them sexy. So, when it comes to men in real life I can honestly say that I have met three men who I have found truly sexy; utterly irresistible.
The first I met when I was fifteen. We spent years as friends and finally got together at eighteen. To this day he still rocks my world! Not tall but with dark hair and eyes and a smile that made me weak at the knees. We were crazy about each other but neither ready to settle down so reluctantly went our separate ways. He will forever be my litmus test for sex appeal.
Nearly twenty years passed until I met the second. I noticed him eyeing off a Delorean. - dreamy eyes and a lopsided smile. Mmm mmm mmm!!!
The third I met on New Years Eve and we danced up a storm until he told me he was married and I promptly walked away.
I have been with men I find fun, interesting and stimulating. But being with someone sexy is another beast. It's raw and energising. I recall car trips with Sexy Man #1 and having to force myself to concentrate on gear changes. I found him utterly delectable. It helps that we had such fun together, too. We did it all - running, dining out, dancing (man that guy had some moves!), drinking, lazing on the beach, barbecues with family, parties with friends. He even played the piano for me in a hotel bar! And whatever we did I couldn't help but look at him. I found him magnetic. I could be in the depths of conversation with a friend when he would walk past and totally ruin my train of thought. His face is etched into my brain. So are his feet. Man, that guy was sexy from head to toe!
What I find interesting is the commonality between all three sexy men I have met in real life. Man, I could look at any one of the three all fucking day. The first and second have extra appeal due to their intelligence - I find brains sexy. But, for me it is about the eyes and mouth (the four men pictured also have dark eyes and lickable lips).
For me, it's the little things that matter. Like everything in life; you can deal with the big shit when it surfaces but sorting out the little things can be an unrelenting pain in the arse. To me, it matters little what someone's body shape is. Sexy is more than a shirt size. Sex appeal oozes when a man talks, in the way he walks, how he deals with people, eye contact and a cheeky smile. There's nothing sexier than a cute guy looking straight at me and smiling. Makes me shudder just thinking about it!
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