Do they? And if so, how much of that attraction revolves around the source of the scar? For instance, I’ve got a scar on my left cheek. Here’s the story:
When I was little, my parents would drop me off at a Nanny’s, which was an old lady who basically had people drop their kids off at her place. She had a Dalmation. One day, I decided I wanted to play with a toy the dalmation was sleeping on, and the dalmation decided he wanted to see what my face tasted like.
Now, if instead, I said something like this:
Yeah, one night back in high school, some guys jumped my friend an I downtown. One of them had a knife and managed to get me in the face. But that’s alright, I beat him senseless with a bicycle chain, so I figure I got the good end of the deal.
Does something like the second story make the scar more appealing, or does its presence alone do all the work?
You’re aiming low, EER- “I saved the President from armed terrorists, and prevented them from releasing a deadly virus. The leader of the terrorists grazed me with a bullet in our final showdown as I killed him with my bare hands, and now I’ve got this scar to remember him by… but the Secret Service says I really shouldn’t talk about it. Enough about me, though… how YOU doin’?”
Well, this chick digs the scars, that’s for sure. On your face? Even better. I’m not sure what it is, exactly… but I do find myself focussing on that part of my man’s face when we’re up close and personal. Whether I stroke it lightly with my finger, or kiss it, whatever… It draws my attention… like the mole between his shoulderblades, or the bump on his elbow that just doesn’t seem quite right.
What I’m not keen on though, is a fella who lies to me, just to be a little more impressive. Don’t tell me you were thrown through a plate glass window, if you were only playing Superman, and smashed through the coffee table. I’m next to you because of the goofball that you are… Scars and all.
I’m a chick, and I dig scar stories. Now for your two stories, I would posit that the first and original story is what makes the scar appealing. Scars from fights are, on the whole, relatively boring, particularly when it’s all about beating the shit out of someone. But trying to snatch a toy from the babysitter’s Dalmatian? That’s good stuff. Which is why I love all those “worst pain of your life” and “stupid injuries” threads that pop up from time to time.
On preview: I like **Lightnin’**s suggestion, but I still wager the Dalmatian eating your face wins every time.
How about getting busted between the eyes with a 48" wrench when your pipe tongs broke wile roughnecking on a South Texas rig? 8 stitches. All my friends want to buy that one from me.
Or getting bit but good on the ti… uhhh chest by an Afghan?
Or a compound fracture of your leg after sliding off a cliff and onto a dry Austin creekbed?
Rip your arm open on barbed wire running from a bull?
Fist went through a window for a dozen more stitches.
The backs of my elbows look like dried worms from repetitive scars.
Slice across the knee from surgery after sports injury?
And 88 stitches across my underarm to remove a birthmark… I know, that one’s lame.
I’m not into scars really…I’m more into the story of daring behind them. I don’t know why, but I have a tendency to fall for the “bad boys” (and yes, I know these rarely work out, but hey, I’ve had just as much difficulty with the other ones, too). Tell me a good (and truthful) story of daring…and I’m all yours.
I’m not into scars really…I’m more into the story of daring behind them. I don’t know why, but I have a tendency to fall for the “bad boys” (and yes, I know these rarely work out, but hey, I’ve had just as much difficulty with the other ones, too). Tell me a good (and truthful) story of daring…and I’m all yours.
The presence of the scar alone is what is attractive, at least for me (highlight of the bloody snooze fest that was Braveheart: the guy with the scar on his face. Yum!). Case in point: my husband has a very long, thick, sexy scar from the bottom of his ear that runs almost to his clavicle. Origin: small surgical scar as an infant. We do have a running joke between us that when I ask him where he got his scar, he scowls and grunts “Knife fight.” So, the story really isn’t that important, but the location and quality of the scar (and the person who owns the scar) is.
I don’t think scars are cool at all. I mean, it’s just hardened tissue covering up a wound, and some of them look pretty bad, especially on the face. Most likely I wouldn’t notice scars on a guy unless they were huge, in an obvious place, or he told me.
well i like scars. the story isn’t the important part really. just the fact that there IS one and she knows it.
thus sharing your history and some intimacy.
i’m with the moliest man alive, and i love knowing that I know where they are better than he does.
i love his chipped tooth (trying to open a beer bottle while drunk) and the scar on his chin (falling down a flight of stairs while drunk).
they give character and show how your life has shaped you a little.
one of my friends has large scars on his face from an explosion, and although the reason for them is quite mundane he’s found that they really give him an edge with the girls.
Scars? Well… they add character. I get really squeamish about some stories though. Give me a general idea of how you got it and I’m fine… but tell me in graphic detail and you’re likely to have me swooning over you from a faint stomach rather than your bravery and/or stupidity
I honestly don’t have scars!
Seriously!
Although I may get one from the rather large red thing that’s been developing near my ankle ever since I fell through the roof of a shed - ripping one panel of the roof off on THREE SIDES yet somehow only meeting the jagged corregated iron with that mercifully insensitive body part - retrieving a boomerang on Sunday.
It was not my shed, either, it belonged to the footy club and I’m not even a member!
