What attracts you to a member of the opposite sex? I know it’s a complicated subject, but it’s one I’ve been very interested in lately. Some of my friends say they prefer a particular eye or hair color. Others are drawn to body styles; short, tall, busty or muscular. Some people are only interested in a person with a good sense of humor or a big.....brain. Whatever their fancy, I imagine there is something deep within them that causes the attraction. I imagine, like me, they don’t have any control over it.
In my case, there are several attributes that pretty much guarantee at least my initial interest. One is the eyes and another is the thighs. I prefer a man that maintains eye contact when he talks to me (I’ve often had to say “hey, I’m up here” to my dates) and to be honest, I like a guy with nice, solid, muscular thighs. Don’t ask me why. I can’t explain because I don’t understand it myself.
But truthfully, the thing that attracts me most is the voice. There is something so sexy about a deep voice. It makes me warm and melty just thinking about it. If he’s got a rich, velvety voice, I’m all his. Sometimes the voice just “does it” for me. It hits a certain chord within me and I’m his, whether he wants me or not. It doesn’t matter what he looks like or if his personality is pleasing. All that matters is that voice. I’m a sucker for it, what can I say.
Such was the case yesterday.
It all started when I was at the convenience store. I was paying for my gas when I got the urge to clean my car. I paid the cashier for the deluxe wash and drove over to the vacuums. After ridding my car of about twenty pounds of dog hair and mud, I proceeded to the entrance of the car wash. And that my friends, is where I met Otto. It was the voice, dear friends. That damned voice did it to me.
In my case, there are several attributes that pretty much guarantee at least my initial interest. One is the eyes and another is the thighs. I prefer a man that maintains eye contact when he talks to me (I’ve often had to say “hey, I’m up here” to my dates) and to be honest, I like a guy with nice, solid, muscular thighs. Don’t ask me why. I can’t explain because I don’t understand it myself.
But truthfully, the thing that attracts me most is the voice. There is something so sexy about a deep voice. It makes me warm and melty just thinking about it. If he’s got a rich, velvety voice, I’m all his. Sometimes the voice just “does it” for me. It hits a certain chord within me and I’m his, whether he wants me or not. It doesn’t matter what he looks like or if his personality is pleasing. All that matters is that voice. I’m a sucker for it, what can I say.
Such was the case yesterday.
It all started when I was at the convenience store. I was paying for my gas when I got the urge to clean my car. I paid the cashier for the deluxe wash and drove over to the vacuums. After ridding my car of about twenty pounds of dog hair and mud, I proceeded to the entrance of the car wash. And that my friends, is where I met Otto. It was the voice, dear friends. That damned voice did it to me.
He had me at hello.
