I enjoyed reading a woman’s point of view. Let me preface this with, I know I’m not like other men. I look. I rarely notice things like breast size or body shape unless it’s particularly unusual. I notice how she moves. And the light in her eyes.
My wife walked with a grace that you could only describe as regal. I’ve seen that in only a couple of women in my life. After that, I notice whether there’s a smile there. Not an actual smile on the lips but whether there’s a smile in the eyes. ’Cause even a woman with “resting bitch face” can have a smile in the eyes. It’s more than skin deep.
I’ve suffered a lifetime of monogamy myself. I’m okay with that. Not being any sort of player, I’ve never really had a need for “strange” so I don’t really think much about sex when I see woman anywhere. In fact that’s not usually something that enters my mind until I’m getting to know her. Lately, and maybe it’s because I’m getting older, I see sex as a way to mess up a really great relationship. And that’s too bad, ’cause it’s also an amazing addition to the right relationship.