I have always wanted someone who could appreciate my mind. I have a high intelligence quotient which I do not want to waste. Oddly though, guys have liked me, yes me, for my body more than my mind. They see my breasts and everything else is forgotten. Men insist on finding a way to have them on their trophy case. Well, ok, maybe boys, not men. Still, it’s something that I have grown accustomed to like Paavlov’s dog – ring the bell and I expect food.
How odd is it then to have someone be attracted to me because of the quality of my mind? Would seem like a welcome change. Unfortunately it is quite an adjustment. I don’t know how to tell if there is even attraction there. I probably think to much about this one thing but it has caused me to think about another topic that I would like to discuss.
It has come to my attention that those who want to be loved for their mind often don’t think their body is worth loving. Those who want to be loved for their body don’t think they are smart enough to play checkers. It is the combination of the two, loving both the mind and body, that is the show stopper.
Yes, I know. My shortest blog in history. Why drag it out? It’s just that simple!
