I have to admit I’m not attracted to boys. Not that I’m gay or anything, I’m not attracted to girls either. But I think the core problem is an allergic reaction to testosterone and the silly ideals it seems to put into a guy’s brain.
I actually had a guy tell me one time I’d be even more beautiful if I wore more makeup. I usually only wear mascara and a light lip stick or gloss. As a test I wore lots of make up the next day and he never even noticed. You see, it’s all in the perception of the opposite gender. I am not attracted to boys. I am attracted to men who have matured beyond glitz and glamour and want a real woman by their side. However, there seems to be a shortage.
To be honest I’m not petite or shy, and definitely not flowery or fluffy. You won’t find me in a lacy dress, but I am strong, curvy, and competent. I can change the wax ‘O’ ring on a toilet, mow the yard, clean out the cat box, and yes, I have my own power tools. (Odd, that sounds like a commercial from the seventies.) But I do have my moments of feminine creativity. For example, I crochet, bake, primp, scrapbook, wear lipstick and shave my legs. (Which for some reason is totally fascinating to my cats.)
I find it hilarious when a woman is afraid to change a tire. It simply is a choice. You either choose to be vulnerable, or you choose to be sturdy. I can’t fathom being in the middle of nowhere and waiting an hour for some man I don’t know to ‘come to my rescue’ wearing overalls. That seems more dangerous to me than changing the tire. My father made sure when I started driving that I knew how to change a tire and check the oil. Now don’t get me wrong, if I have a choice someone else does the dirty work…My mother on the other hand taught me that I can do anything, unless a boy is in the room, but that’s a whole other story.
True inner beauty is not looked at by the world as a worthy attribute these days. But I remind you that what the world thinks isn’t worth much. Some men from the middle-east believe that women are property- hiding their faces from the world and killing them if it suits their purpose without consequence. Some women in France don’t shave armpits or legs but are still considered incredibly beautiful. Women in Africa have ‘loops’ in their ears to define how beautiful they are, the larger the loop the more beautiful. Alaskan women are judged a great deal by their eyes.
American boys think they like the vulnerable, petite kind of girl, the one with the perfect hair, figure, and face. However, every guy I met that has married one, complains about how she can’t seem to do anything, or complains about why doesn’t she look like she did when they got married. (Odd you know, they never seem to realize that they also change in appearance after marriage…) Perhaps they don’t realize that now she has grown a personality. Or maybe they are allergic to personalities. It makes sense.
Personally I got tired of watching boys drool over girls like that, it’s all a fabrication you know, and ‘you get what you pay for’. Girls of this caliber seem to have no true personality anyway. Their identity seems to be based totally on the approval of others. They would spend countless hours in the bathroom doing makeup or hair that would only last a few short hours, unless of course you put so much goop in your hair that it becomes as strong as concrete. (Yes, I lived through the 80’s when egg whites were even used to get that ‘just so look’.)
I never had (and still don’t have) the patience. I’d wash and dry my hair styling it with the hair dryer and never spray it with anything. My hair was always soft, bouncy and shiny. But apparently being able to run fingers through a girl’s hair is also an allergy boys seem to suffer from. If they could only see the layers of ‘fake’ that models and such put on and how they airbrush the rest in magazines they would soon see the fact that no girl ever looked that good.
Of course, I have my ‘allergies’ too. I just feel my allergies are somewhat more realistic. I want a man who likes to hold hands and hike together. One who wants to ride bicycles with their partner and raise children; not a boy with high ideals and his feet in the clouds. Any one know any?
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