As I was sitting on a bench in Central Park the other day, I overheard a guy in his early twenties tell a friend that he "loved vaginas" and that they're his "favorite part of a woman." What he said made me smile - not because it was particularly funny, but because I remember telling a friend the exact same thing when I was that age.
Back in my twenties, I suppose the vagina was my favorite part of a woman. It didn't really matter whose body the vagina in question was attached to. As I've grown older, slightly wiser, and more discriminating, I'm less inclined to plug any hole that's offered me. I still do very much like vaginas, but they're no longer my favorite part of a woman.
My favorite part is now the part of a woman that makes her sweet and kind and funny and cool and smart; the part that stops her from whining about every thing and everyone that she hates, and tells me to stop when I whine about the same things; the part that lets me be me without trying to mold me into someone she thinks she wants to be with; the part that's independent and doesn't need some guy to complete her; the part that picks up the check once in a while; the part that doesn't play by rules written by bitter, damaged women; the part that doesn't think it owns the truth no matter the subject; the part that doesn't need a four-carat diamond to make her happy; the part that gets my sophomoric, sarcastic humor; the part that makes me smile when I see her and disappointed when I know I won't.
So I've gone from being a 20 year old kid who really likes pussy to being a 38 year old man that sounds like one. But I don't care. That's what I want.
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Excellent post. My sentiments exactly!
I've always been a 38 old man ;)
(except for those 3-4 after the end of my first marriage)
I love your post! And why do you have to live in NYC?! This is whole 3K miles away from San Francisco!
I'm guessing you were much happier when you were 20 (ignorance really is bliss). No good comes from maturity and wisdom.
That rocks.
You don't sound like a pussy. You sound like a grown up. Just sayin'.
I am sure she's out there somewhere.... the one who lets you be you and loves you anyways! But I have a funny feeling she may not be in NYC.
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Wow! Sounds like you're just about ready to get back into that J-Date saddle! J/K
Every woman who read this just drooled a little, but in a sexy, intellectual kind of way... -jessica
Thing is, women like that kind of attitude but very few can actually be that person.
even a disillusioned dating cynic like myself would agree with your assessment!
As a woman, I meet many women (although I don't date women) who fit your description in NY. They're nice, sweet, smart, and funny so I don't understand why you're having a hard time finding somebody. However, I've observed that men may say that but they're actually looking and are turned on by the exceptionally good looking narcissistic women who they find challenging. I bet anything that image/looks is very important to you.
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