So what started as an off-hand reply to someone else’s blog post, has turned into a three-part extravaganza on my own little patch of the internet.
I promise I will stop after this one; not necessarily because I have run out of things to say, but because one really must draw a line somewhere and, well, people are beginning to talk…
Ahem. So, without further carry-on, here is my last set of manly characteristics that do it for me.
I offer as exhibit A, Professor Brian Cox, (pictured above) who has become famous recently for the BBC Two programme, Wonders of the Universe. Now Brian, although young and in possession of all his hair and teeth, is not classically handsome. But just let him get a head of steam up about black holes and timey-wimey stuff* and fan-girlies all over the world go weak at the knees. (And no, it’s NOT just me, shut up.)
And you don’t have to be a physicist to make this cut. I have two male friends who fall into this category because they are both incredibly well-read and well-informed. When I talk to them, I feel my own mind expanding in the presence of their giant brains. It’s a very seductive thing. Neither of these guys would stop me in my tracks across a crowded room with their physical attributes (and I’m sure they could say the same for me, especially since one of them is gay) but their attractiveness has grown exponentially through the art of conversation.
It’s worth noting that all of these guys SHARE their knowledge, in a non-condescending way. They are informed because they are passionate about their subject and because they are genuinely passionate, they talk to you in a way that tries to share that passion, rather than beating you over the head with your ignorance. Being treated like a smart person who CAN understand and have worthwhile input, when given the information that the giant brain has at their disposal, is charming.
It’s about being interested in other people, as well as being so smart that you glow in the dark. Smart people, men or women, who look down on people and make you feel stupid for not knowing as much as they do are so far beneath contempt that they don’t even register on the attractiveness scale.
People with extraordinary talent slay me. I know this is about men, but frankly, when it comes to talent, I can fall in love with anyone. I don’t think I’d even be fussy about species.**
When trying to think of people to use as illustrations, I don’t think it is any accident that almost all of the ones who sprang to mind were musicians – and the other one is the one who said, ‘If music be the food of love, play on: give me excess of it.” (Hover mouse over the pictures to see names and click for links.) I love music and people who are good at it are high on my list of sexy beasts, no matter what they look like.***
If you are really good at what you do, that is a thing of beauty. It helps when what you are good is something beautiful in itself, like music or poetry. It helps a lot. But well-done anything can do it for me. A neatly-executed electrical job pleases me. A tidy plumber is a joy to the wet, belaboured householder who already has enough on her plate. A beautiful table, a well-made cake, a perfect pot of tea. Create these things for me and I will love you.
So I guess it isn’t just the raw talent, but the care and hours of practice to honour that talent that appeals to me.
Her answer was, “He makes me laugh.”
Right with you, Jessica. The blokes pictured here are seriously funny, in fact make their living from it, but you don’t have to be that guy to get to me. A keenly developed sense of the ridiculous, a penchant for The Goons, a willingness to be silly and most of all, to laugh, easily and often. For me, these aren’t just preferred, but prerequisites in a partner. (I’d stretch a point on the Goons. I’d be happy to introduce you to them.)
So, to finish, I would like to share this little gem. It’s a few years old now, but I couldn’t resist adding it. It’s five maths guys, singing a funny song they wrote about love and maths. Smart, funny, talented, musical. It’s a perfect storm of gorgeous, for me!
Thanks for sticking with me through this wander through the non-science of sexual attraction. I’l still love to hear if you have anything to add.
And to reward you for sticking it out, here’s something shared by one of my delightful commenters that isa slightly more usual approach to the subject. Don’t start looking at this if you have urgent stuff to do!
Happy Friday! Imelda
* Yes, I know ‘timey-wimey’ stuff is not a real expression used by physicists, and I’m sure Prof Brian has never used it on his show, but I had to work a Dr Who reference in somewhere (apparently it’s a thing in these posts) and he’s British, so I’m sure he has a sense of humour about Doctor Who stuff. Anyway, seriously, do you think he’s ever going to read this post? Not even the interwebs have such magic!
**Aliens, people, I’m talking about aliens. This is a family show!
*** I should note here that I include Susan Graham as an example of someone I could fall for even though she’s a woman, not someone I could fall for in spite of her looks. She’s a glorious Amazon and a very Sexy Lady!