The Myth of the Attractive Man
By: Gb Rogut
Tags: Relationships, Sexuality, Love, Sex, Men

We are face to face. We have been planning this moment for a long time now, the intricate details almost as much fun as the act itself. Our nakedness feels startlingly familiar, as if it were something we have shared many times before.

He talks to me. He explains what he intends to do; his words enveloping me in tenderness and warmth. How is it possible that he manages to stir in me what other men never could, even when their hands were all over me?

I’m aroused like I haven’t been in years, and he still hasn’t laid a finger on me. Why? It's actually very simple: I’m in the presence of one of the most attractive men I have ever met.

And I cannot wait to show him just how much I like him.

What does he look like?

I won’t lie. A chiseled stomach and a pair of well-defined biceps are nice to look at, and yet, they can become boring very fast, especially if that’s all a guy has to offer.

Yes, I noticed you work out a lot. Yes, it is fun to lick your six-pack. Yes, you are pretty. Can we please talk about something else now?

Please, hear me out; attractive men come in many different packages, but, above all, they know how to carry themselves. They know who they are and don’t pretend to be somebody else. Therefore, they won’t overcompensate; they won’t engage in narcissistic games in which they win it all while pretending they are nice guys.

They show up with honesty in everything they do…especially in bed.

They say what they want and need to know what I crave. They make love with every word and every gesture, not just with their penis. They know lovemaking goes beyond coitus; it begins and ends in the mind.

So, yes, an attractive man can be pretty according to society’s standards, but he won’t give a damn if he doesn’t. He knows I like him, and that’s all that matters.

What does he sound like?

I could tell a lot about his smooth voice…actually, I can’t because just thinking about it makes my knees tremble. But, then again, it’s mostly because of what he says.

Yes, he utters phrases such as, “I want you.” And he tells me I’m beautiful. But he also asks questions that go beyond the usual “How are you?” And, most important of all, he really listens.

He wants to get to know me. He desires to be an expert on me, on what I like, on my goals and dreams. He supports me in everything I do but loves me enough to call me out when he sees I’m about to crash against the wall.

When we first met, none of us thought we would end up here. We were just chatting, two people who got to know each other. The talking kept going for several days, and soon we couldn’t wait for the next day to come so we could share some moments again.

We didn’t know it at the time, but we were already making love. The proof is in the way my body melts, even if I know all we’ll get to do today is talk. His words reach out to me and let me know we are Us, even if it is for one night, even if it is forever.

What does it feel like to be with him?

I have finally come to understand the relativity of time. When he is away, the days drag themselves endlessly. When he is present, there isn’t enough time to do everything we want to do together.

Being with him is effortless. He doesn’t want the disguises everyone else expects me to wear. He has made it clear: he desires to be with me, to talk to me, to make love to me.

Whether we are sharing a cup of coffee, or walking at a park, or naked in bed, we allow ourselves to be vulnerable. This is why we are here: this feeling that an endless stream of poets has spent centuries trying to explain.

When I’m with him, I can be shameless. I tell him where I need his fingers, what to do with his tongue, and how delicious it is to feel him in me, not a gap between our bodies. I can scream and giggle as an orgasm rips me apart. I know the sounds I make are music to his ears.

And, when the moment isn’t right, I’m not afraid to say no.

Who is he?

We have been kissing for a while now; our clothes lay on the floor, silly impediments to the closeness we were craving. We have let our tongues play with each other, and he asks if it is okay to head down to my mound and feast on my juices.

“Well, yes, it is okay,” I say and, on my face, I carry a smile that won’t leave in several days. Later, I’ll ask him if I can play with his nipples, or I’ll propose we throw some gadgets in the mix.

We are playing as if we were each other's toys. But we are also friends, providing loving reassurance every step of the way. “I love this, what we have, what we do,” is the theme in our minds. We are lovers, our attraction growing the more we find out about each other.

And at that moment, I know exactly who he is: He is the most attractive man I have ever met, and I’m so glad he exists and walks on this Earth.