Come in, sit down, have a drink. Never too early or too late for a drink. Get comfortable. I have something to tell you. A confession.
I love a hot male body, but after a while, they all look the same. I love steak, but I couldn’t eat it every day of the week. Mind you, this is not to say that I don’t enjoy a lovely specimen, and I will continue to look, believe me.
This confession, which I made to some other writer friends of mine some time ago, led me to thinking: What is sexy?
Lean close, now because I’m not going to raise my voice, and I’m only going to say this once.
Being a woman of a certain age, I’ve had my share of male candy. Most types. Most colors. A tiny share, but my share all the same.
Looking back, not a lot of them were what you would call model-handsome, but they all had a certain je ne sais quoi that attracted me, at least for a brief time. So, as I sip my drink, let me tell you what I consider sexy. (Gotta get the hubs in the room so I can make my list.)
- Good teeth. Yes, I look a gift horse in the mouth. Every. Single. Time. I once chatted with a man on the phone first, then we met for a coffee date at the Barnes and Noble. He smiled and the date was over. Nice guy, but he needed to get a veneer on that front tooth.
- Glasses. Love ’em. I wear ’em, sometimes. There’s something about a guy in glasses. He’s capable, he can to the job. And if he can’t do it personally, those glasses will help him find someone who can. A problem solver.
A sense of humor, preferably quirky. If you give the dog a voice, i.e. “You know, Dahlia, I don’t care for Purina One I’m an Iams kinda dog.” You got me. Yes, it’s effing weird but funny as hell.
Knows when to say no. “You want to watch XXXXX girly show with me?” “No. That’s for women.” Thank you. Don’t sit there and suffer in silence, then resent me later. Just say no.
Well-placed compassion. Adopt a dog from the pound. Volunteer with children. Have compassion, a scope for the world outside of yourself. If you saw School of Rock, the way the Jack Black character talks to the plump black girl who’s shy about going onstage? If you haven’t seen it, watch it. “Everybody wants to party with Aretha…” Awesome scene. Digression: If more teachers had that same attitude toward their students…wow. I’d totally go out on a date with Jack Black just because of that one scene.
Intelligence to try new things. Don’t be a dumbass. Don’t tell me you just like XXXX type of music or XXXX type of whatever. That’s boring.
Confidence. Fat, short, tall, whatever, have the confidence to be YOU. Because as Patti LaBelle says, “Be yourself, you can’t be no one else.”
Now I could go on and on, but let’s save that for another day. That’s my seven sexy for my Sultry Saturday. What do YOU find sexy? Talk to me in the comments.
The Sultry Scribe