Lucky Thirteen and Counting

Laying in bed the other morning Brandon is rubbing on me and dragging his feet to get up for the day.  In an attempt to stall he says, "I love your body.  It's so sexy."

"Baby, you love my body and think it's sexy because this is the body you get sex from."

SILENCE

and I snuck out of bed while he was contemplating my deep philosophical brilliance. 

Nothing else has been said about it.  Honestly, I don't know if he even gave my words a second thought, but I have been second thoughting them for a few days.  When thoughts start taking up too much space in my very cluttered brain, the only thing I can do to get rid of them is to write them out.

So lets talk about this.  I think I want your take on my thoughts, but first let me give you a few more things to think about.  

When I met Brandon, I fell head over heels in love with him.  He was a complete and total stranger in more ways than one.  HE WAS NOT MY TYPE!  I had never been with a guy that wore a tie and worked in an office.  I was mystified on more than one occasion at how on earth this happened and where this strange attraction came from.  

I was married, for fifteen years, to a guy who could have been my brother, meaning he did the same things that my brothers did all my life.  Being with him was comfortable right off the bat.  He was my type.  He was the only version of "male" that I knew.  He was a guys guy.  He smelled of exhaust and dirt.  He worked construction.  He played with snowmobiles and ATV's.  He didn't own a pair of dress shoes.  He didn't know how to turn on a computer.  He was at home in the garage.   He was the kind of man I grew up with my entire childhood and the man I spent 15 years married to.

He was my familiar and the type of man I would say I "was" attracted to.

Going from that to the polar opposite is hard to understand.  

I went from being attracted to construction workers to being attracted to clean-cut well-mannered men.

Brandon on the side of the road in dockers and loafers….  It was love at first sight.  I have never been able to explain it.  I couldn't then, I can't now.  We both just say that it was meant to be and it was, and still is, bigger than we are. But a funny thing happened after being with Brandon.  I started thinking about all these clean cut well mannered men that I had never thought about before.  People I would have never even pictured as the opposite sex were occupying my brain.  Not that I was having fantasies about being with them, or even wanting to be with them, I was just, for the first time, aware that men in suits and ties, had penises and most likey had sex.  *SHOCKING* 

So, the original thoughts I had have turned into a long rambling mess, but I think the point of my confession is this, I think you become attracted to the type of person/type of body/ type of personality, that fulfills your sexual needs.  If Brandon had been a short little fat man or a huge ripped black man, I think I would find myself attracted to that.  I am in love with Brandon and everything he is.  That means I love his body, his mind, his heart. I love the entire package and I am attracted to the entire package.   He is a geek.  I call him my wireless wizard.  He can't climb widowmaker on a 250cc or build a house, but he can hook me up wirelessly no matter where I am.  And he can make a mean homemade mac and cheese, one that is so good it makes you moan with every bite.   And his  chocolate chip cookie dough, it's to die for and he can make it in under four minutes. Also, he can convert USD to Naria and metric tons to gallons and barrels in his head.  He is brilliant. Best of all, he can breathe on my neck and turn me to goo in mere seconds. He does it for me in every way.  I am happy to say that nerds in flip flops are my new "type."   

Talk to me.  Are you attracted to the "type" of person you are with, or am I smoking crack again and none of this makes any sense?

Because, on the flip side of this equation, I wonder if the majority of people are attracted to exactly the opposite of what they are with. Maybe I am the freak and the norm is to want what you don't have?  

Maybe it's 90% emotional and very little physical? 

Maybe it has nothing to do with a type- Quiet, smart and sensitive, and more to do with a body- Strong, tall, blonde.  Type- Wild, spontaneous and fun. Body- dark, lean, and perfect teeth.   Type- rugged, outdoorsman, mama's boy.  Body- 5'10 lean but ripped. 

Maybe its all how they make you feel and nothing to do with what kind of person they are or what they look like at all.  

I think I am having a break through right here and now on my blog!  I see the light.  This is it.  I just discovered a truth about me.  First Love paid a lot of attention to me.  He cared more than anything about what was going on in my head.  If he didn't know what I was thinking, he wouldn't leave until he did.  He learned who I was real fast by talking to me for hours.  I always thought he should have grown up to be a shrink because he was good at figuring people out and was a fantastic listener.  

When I married The Ex, he was the "type" of guy I was comfortable with, but he never cared to psychoanalyze me and I never felt heard or understood.  NEVER.   After we fell out of love, I stupidly attempted to regain my first love.  Looking back, it may have been easier to just see a shrink to feel understood.  But, I probably would have fallen in love with the shrink and ended up in the exact same place.   

When I met Brandon on the side of the road, he wanted to talk…… and we talked and talked and talked. He wanted to know me, inside and out, and for the first time since I was seventeen years old, I felt like I mattered to somebody.  Truly, truly mattered.  Shit, no wonder the sex was so amazing.   

There you have it.  That's the story of why I was attracted to a guy in a tie.  

PS- I am aware that this post is all over the place.  The stream of conscience blogging is what you get today.  

PPS- You are all still welcome and encouraged to share your attraction stories because I would love to be distracted with a little sex today.  THANK YOU!