Attraction
Love,
this brittle madness.
I'm just talking about Heterosexual and Platonic love from my point of view only. Perhaps I represent the general male population, perhaps not. Seriously no man of the right mind will go around asking another guy for their opinions on this subject, non-Platonic love is too personal to share I feel as of now. And woman love complicating things to the extent that it is too complex and irrational to even try to comprehend their point of view.
Love, why the hell does it mean so much.
Back then when I was a kid in lower primary, when I was about ten. Girls were Taboo. It was rumored that your hands rot if you touch them. Girls are classified under Yucks! along with broccoli and such. We small boys could not understand why are there such boorish creatures that don't like to play rowdy stuff. And worst of all, they even resemble every small boy's arch-nemesis, our mums!
Then suddenly at some point in time I realize how I adore these female counterparts. Like when man discovered fire, woah fire! woah women! H-A-W-T hot!
Most people are afraid to initiate anything after that. The way I see it, its always alot better to try and fail rather than to do nothing and fail by default. Its like digging for gold, the more holes and the deeper you dig the more you find. Simply logic, if you don't dig at all you will only wonder if there is any gold anywhere forever. If worst come to worst you can always bury yourself! There is nothing to lose in the first place, dig the bloody hole!
When it comes to attraction, appearances does matter. People who go "appearances don't matter, I only go for inner beauty!" are lame hypocrites I say. I have this friend Hugo, he is about one sixty cm, two hundred kilos, has warts all over his body and reeks of BO. But he has best personality you can dream of. I take it you will fall madly in love with him uh.
Looks must matter, as long as it is not all that matters. If I had a girlfriend who was nothing but beautiful, I would be like, okay, your really beautiful. Sooo, whats next?
When I look at girls, I tend to look out for calves, fashion sense, posture and of course her looks and personality. These seemly random qualities actually says alot more than what they would seem to.
Calves are what defines a woman's figure to me, women with good fashion sense are mature and street smart. I very attracted to women with good posture, some one who carries herself well, even if she's not that hot, the way she carries herself would set me ablaze. And women with good looks are erm... Beautiful. Lastly personality simply shines.
Be it the hyperactive and childish or the uber cool ice queen.
The rowdy and infamous or the shy goodie two shoes.
The bimbo pageant queen or the mysterious studious geek.
I have a fetish for people who different, unique, interesting, bold. A strong identity.
Those who belong anywhere but in between. Being anything is better than like everyone else, because is nothing as boring as safe.
In the end I'm still as clueless as when I started, I know what I am attracted to, but I have no idea why am I attracted to it. Maybe it is irrational. Then I can say it isn't love, if I can comprehend it, then it isn't love.
Attraction
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