I’m superficial. There, I’ve said it. Yes, it’s not a good thing to admit, but I think if more people admit their own faults, the world would be a better place. Let the record also show that by no means am I supermodel status, I’m just your average tall chick with big hair. Everyone has heard the saying, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”…but I’d like to ask, “Who wants to be-holding a badger?”.
Recently I met a guy who happened to be a friend of my brother. I can’t say he was my ‘type’, but he seemed like a pretty cool person. My brother always referred to him as the ‘corny white guy who sings too much’. Usually when I date white men, I typically like more of an Abercrombie & Fitch guy, than a baggy jeans & timberland white guy. If you dress like my 14 year old cousin, chances are, we’re really not compatible. Also, I like a man who is somewhat in shape. No, he doesn’t have to have bulging biceps or cut up abs, just someone who knows what a gym looks like and uses it occasionally. Needless to say, he was not that type of person.
Eventually he got around to asking me out on a date. I didn’t want to be rude and say no, b/c he knew my brother. So I took him up on his offer. I thought to myself, maybe I didn’t get a good enough look the first time, maybe there is a little more to him than his pudginess and baggy clothes.
At dinner, I remember sitting there trying to imagine him naked. Stripped down from his baggy jean shorts & over sized Polo shirt, all I could imgaine was a pale flabby belly, pink nipples and his child bearing hips. At one point I started to gag and had to get the visuals out of my head. I guess he saw the look on my face because he asked what was wrong. I said that something went down the wrong way as I was chewing.
If I can’t imagine you naked, it’s a moot issue. As I said before, I’m superficial when it comes to certain things. Now, there have been men with less than stellar bodies that I’ve dated, but when I imagined them naked, it was a different story. I guess the attraction to them was just that strong and superseded those issues. There were also the ones that I would say to myself, “Wow, I’d rather see you with clothes on”. For example, I have an ex who had the skinniest of legs, so he would wear shirt & sock garters, to hold his shirt down in his pants and keep his socks up. He would wear them EVERYDAY, you’d think I would have been used to him wearing them, but I wasn’t.
Every time he would get undressed, I couldn’t help but to LOL at him and his skinny little ashy legs. I would just shake my head and try to force back the tears from the laughter. I even remember talking to a female who dated him as well, and one of the things we both laughed at was his sock garters!
Yeah, yeah, I know. No one is perfect. I’ll be the first to admit that as well. Maybe there’s a guy out there who didn’t like my knock-knees, or *gasp* dare I even mention a few stretch marks. But, you know what, everyone has their preferences, and being able to imagine someone naked is definitely a prerequisite in my book.