A woman who “needed” me and was all clingy gave me the willies and I was gone “before my ashes hit the floor.” Correspondingly, a mean, hateful snooty “you may now kiss my royal ring” type always got a “gee, I have to get home and watch Andy Griffith re-runs” end to the evening.
“I want to be with you, I like you, I think we can make each other happy..., but I won’t die if you walk out....” , well THAT gets my antennae out. Combine that with a woman who has respect for herself sexually and expected me to have the same respect, and the tables are turned.
Instead of the lame idiotic COSMO covers on “how do you get him to commit?” I find myself ALLURED. I look at the vamps and tramps who think that providing unending sexual pleasure to a man will “bring us together” and I just shake my head. They just don’t get it, and just don’t understand what real sexual attraction is.
sexy is a woman who hands me the correct wrench when I am fixing the Harley.
sexy is a woman who will raise our children praising the good deeds done by Ronald Reagan.
sexy is a woman who actually voted for Ronald Regan, TWICE.
sexy is a woman who exercises to keep herself in fighting shape, not to copy some airbrushed illusion. Remember a healthy body and a healthy mind make for good groupings when we go to shooting practice.
sexy is a woman, period.