A Small Victory has an interesting and long comment filled discussion on the topic. She has a follow-up post as well.
R and I had this discussion a year and a half ago, though without hundreds of comments. He came up with a very interesting definition of sexy. It has given me great pause at times. This post is my side of the story. It also talks about places I went to look for what is sexy.
I think that guys might differentiate between who they would date or have sex with and who they would marry. Once they are looking for the marrying one, they might not.
When I was 11 I had a list of 100 things, all modeled off my present crush. Like baseball. Blue eyes. An Aggie.
When I was 22 I had a much shorter list, based on things that were important to me.
He had to make me laugh.
He had to not love sports. (I’m not into sports that much.)
He had to be a strong Christian. (Not my denomination, necessarily, but an active believer.)
And I would prefer that he was three years younger than I was. (Since at the time, that was the life expectancy difference.)
I didn’t really care much about lists later on. If he scared me, I’d quit dating him. That was about it, I think.
However, R, who I married when I was 26, does, in fact, match the list I had at 22. He still does. Please note that there is nothing on there about education or job description or looks.
But there’s also nothing on there about sexy, either. For that you’ll have to go read my earlier post.
R came home from MacWorld in SF on Saturday morning about 7 am. Then he went out to play poker with some guys for his bday at 6 pm. Unfortunately, when he got home from that he was seriously sick. He’s been gone from work all week and isn’t really up to going back tomorrow.
I’ve been sleeping A LOT the last two nights and I took a 2 hour nap today. I’ve been queasy all afternoon. That’s not good, since I have college classes starting tomorrow night. I need to be well.
I’ve taken some C and some zinc and hope that will help stave it off.
I’ve only read 34 books so far this year. That’s not quite two a day. Drats. I was really going for that level. Oh well. I’ll try to catch up later, I guess.
If I read an average of 730 books a year, for 40 more years, I would have read 29,200. Okay, that is a little better than those old numbers. I probably won’t read that many. Realistically I’d say I read about 500. I read a lot several times, but that wouldn’t count in a single year, I wouldn’t think.
Supposedly, the average person reads 25 hours a year. That, for me, would be about 20 books. I think I’m over that already, for sure. And some of these books have been 400 pages, which means I’ve probably read about 44 hours this month. Of books. Not including blogs and short stories and school work.
The Sinner by Kathleen O’Brien. The second in a series of three. Slow coming out with the books, but good books. Not great, but good.
One Good Man by Charlotte Douglas. Part of a series, but you don’t need to have read the earlier one. Now she’s added about eight Marines to the mix. Interesting how many soldiers and Marines are coming out in romance novels these days.
Into the Night by Suzanne Brockmann Meet Mike Muldoon and watch his love for a West Wing bigwig take shape. Good book.
Over the Edge by Suzanne Brockmann. In this book miracle worker Senior Chief Wolchonok falls in love with a Navy helo pilot who is dealing with some serious long term abuse issues. The story is interwoven with the life story of an Israeli negotiator whose life was saved in Nazi Denmark by Stan’s mother, aunt, and grandparents. A great love story of another era weaves its tail through a modern love story, through the eyes of the woman who saw them both.
Out of Control by Suzanne BrockmannWatch the tres chic lawyer Savannah von Hopf fall in love with WildCard Karmody, or vice versa. Two other interwoven stories are fantastic. Rose Rainer the dashing double agent and Prince Heinrich von Hopf of the SS. And Jones, an abandoned soldier who turned his coat to save his life and then snitched on the drug runner who has a $5M price tag on his head, and Molly, the woman whose life used to be really messed up, but now she’s found God, and Jones.