I am no Zombie, but let me confess – I Love
Brains. I am a sapiosexual.
I admit to being attracted to a cute face, or a sexy body, or a winning smile.
But those things simply catch my eye. For someone to keep my attention requires
the ability to uphold their side of a conversation.
I was talking to my friend today about the
guy I’m into. And then realised, that it has almost been a trend now. I
realised that I needed a man with good brains more than good looks.
It goes like this :
Me? I don’t care too much about
the looks. I want an incisive, inquisitive, insightful, irreverent mind. I want
someone for whom philosophical discussion is foreplay. I want someone who
sometimes makes me go ouch due to their wit and evil sense of humor. I want
someone that I can reach out and touch randomly. I want someone I can cuddle
with. I decided this all means that I am sapiosexual. – Wolfieboy.
Sapiosexual is “a behavior of becoming attracted to or aroused by intelligence and its
use.” (By the way, the word sapiosexual is a neologism.)
Maybe this is why; I’ve had difficulties in my previous relationships,
because eventually I’d find out that he was not as smart as I thought he was. I
realised, while most girls my age want a man who is charming, well- spoken,
romantic, good looking and then add “Well of course he must be smart” at the
end, that is where I am different, otherwise the rest is pretty much the same.
I am drawn in by the sight of intelligence, and then everything else follows.
However, being sapiosexual can be challenging and lonely. Let me explain.
I’m out on a date. The guy is talking and is obviously trying to engage
me in some sort of (what he thinks is) “intellectual” and “funny” conversation
as he knows that is what I am attracted to. He’s totally over-doing it,
and on top of that, he’s not as smart as he thinks he is. My mind starts
to wander. I start thinking about what my friends must be up to or how
the food or the table has been cooked or about another guy, and how turned on I
am by his mind as well as his conversation. Then I start thinking about
how handsome he is and how much we laugh together, the jokes we crack on others
and each other. I am then interrupted by Mr. Non-Geeky. Being the
polite woman my mama raised me to be, I give him a bright smile and answer, “Oh,
yes. I know i know. Listen, I have an important conference call I need to be
on…” I set up my escape, and then I am out of there, free to whatsapp, call or
text Mr. Smarty Pants who’s been running through my mind for the past half of
an hour. Sigh
For the record, I am
definitely attracted to charming, good looking, funny, caring and romantic guys. But
an intelligent guy with any of the above I’m in-love with. So, I admit it…I am
definitely a sapiosexual AND sapiosexy chick!
Some friends call me an intellectual snob, but I disagree. Before getting into a relationship, I need to be able to talk to him. I want nothing with a guy who is dumb. Find me a guy that can talk to me about his dreams and goals, politics, God, or about his favourite cricket or football team- even if they're not my favourite teams, find me a guy who talks to me about cars or bikes or technology though I know nothing about them, find me a guy that will beat me at coming up with the most funniest sarcastic comments (without being mean or hurtful) and I am happy.
